- BOY HOOD 歌詞 Jon Batiste PJ Morton Trombone Shorty
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- Trombone Shorty BOY HOOD 歌詞
- Jon Batiste PJ Morton Trombone Shorty
- Candy cane Jump rope
Cornbread and pig lip
Hot fries
Holy water
Superdome cheese dip
Perched on da fence
Poboys in da yard
Dont mess with my rug
Or my season salt boy
I know where he be, I know where he come from
Hot boy taking over for the twenty-two thousands
Uhhh na na na na, no limit soldier
Home is where the heart stay
Where the Pelicans and the Saints play
The eagle land on Frenchmen and the sparrow land on Sunday
When Pop Pop wouldnt give me ends (Wouldnt give me ends)
Grandma was a ATM (Was a ATM)
Buying bubble gum and M&Ms (M&Ms)
I just had to rot my teeth out
Basketball under the treehouse
Too short to catch a rebound
Maybe that wasnt my callin
But you could still see me ballin
You could still see me ballin
From New York down to New Orleans
You could still see me ballin
You could still see me
Popeyes when they had that red white and blue bag
Puttin on that Sportin Waves underneath my durag
If yo line pushed back, or your shoes dirty
Dont come around here, bes stay home, you heard me?!
Its the time of dem naturals, Priestly, Satchel
Buy you Maharajahs, Nat King and Satchmo
If you see him then and even if ya see him now
Its the same Jon Jon with that same gold crown, you heard me? (AIright!)
When Pop Pop wouldnt give me ends (Wouldnt give me ends)
Grandma was a ATM (Was a ATM)
Buying bubble gum and M&Ms (M&Ms)
I just had to rot my teeth out
Basketball under the treehouse
Too short to catch a rebound
Maybe that wasnt my callin
But you could see me ballin
You could still see me ballin
From New York down to New Orleans
You could still see me ballin
You could still see me
I could still remember the mornings
Breakfast cooking half asleep and still yawnin
Yeah yeah yeah
Its time for Zulu so we better get goin
No place like New Orleans
Yeah
I said Im far from home but I always represent
I thought I had so much time, I dont know where it went
But now that Im grown I know what it all meant
No place like New Orleans
Yeah
(Trombone shorty and them boys)
You could still see me ballin
You could still see me ballin
You could still see me ballin
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