Letras:
Morning Wood Best Of Me

You think you've got the best of me You think you've got the best of me You think there's nothing left of me Check this you'll never get to me

it Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone So I could fetch it, fetch it Me and Petey Pablo make you follow Put the gun in his mouth,

of form "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm" If I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on

He was a fighter as a boy Best in the town He worked every morning In the mine he went down So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa

dear to me Wants me near, makes me high I can hear vibrations fly Through mangoes, pomegranates and planes All the same When it reaches me and teaches me

you can suck my dick Say you can smoke me, you probably could Going down south with your mouth Wrap wrapped around my wood Say you can smoke me, you

I'll be through there man Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone

My folks packed me off to camp Me and my cousin Baxter And out pup tent with a lamp But in a few days Baxter went home And left me by myself But I knew

fired Deep in dreams of women and clean water Well I did before what I'll do again So forgive me father if I have sinned But the old wood cracks before it bends Now don't tell me