℗ 2000 Madhouse Records
July 21, 2000 👁 554
Tell Teh, he's such a groovy
Hot Teh, I fling out the street
Cause rude boys make up their mind
Now baby mama's cheating
I'm an unhappy guy
She and her next man sleeping
Giving away my pride
Nothing they can't do for spite me
Still couldn't find out why
In a prison my day and a man tell me
Say I'm a friend in my cell
A dying farmer
Must Teh, trust he wouldn't know me