Lil Freckles - Our Mothers Lyrics

Help us not, be lame
Our Mothers, who art in heaven
Help us not, be lame
[ Chorus: Lil Freckles ]
Baby, I'm the rookie of the year (The voice you need to hear)
Baby, I'm the rookie of the year (The choice is clear)
X2
[Verse: Lil Freckles]
I'm not appropriating, I'm just pro creating
Making Blake Griffin babies, (yeah)
I'm procreating
Keeping Kobe waiting, Hi
My name is Lil Freckles
I'm not the bravest, or the most play-it-save-est
Or the latest, or greatest
I'm not the tastiest, I'm just a broken atheist
On Tinder in Detroit, searching an eight mile radius
I always keep it classy and lady-ish
Man, I ride for myself
I don't need no body to save me, bitch
I can handle me
Taking back the night, on the mic, single handedly
Pose for pictures candidly
Trying to smoke a pack of Camel Crushes everyday
And remain cancer free
You got to hand it to me
I stand for anyone who stands for me
[ Chorus: Lil Freckles ]
Baby, I'm the rookie of the year (The voice you need to hear)
Baby, I'm the rookie of the year (The choice is clear)
X2
[Verse: Lil Freckles ]
Me and my mother, other sunny days sipping lemonade
Eating honey [?] , getting money
Me and momma go way back to the ugly days
Skip school, get high, act funny
Runaway, runaway, just runaway
Ándale, Ándale, I'm so ándale
So ándale, that I think I'm pregnant
So lost, I don't know where my head went
Or where I left it
Or if I need a man, or if I'm desperate
I don't know man, I just want to buy a double D
And have my breast fit
I just want to be somebody
I just want to be somebody's best friend
Probably a rich man, with a big dick
And a flat in the west end
Yeah (huh)
Alright, I think that's a good place to end
[Outro: Lil Freckles & (?) ]
[Lil Freckles]
[?] on the babies
You see that video of Suge Knight hitting that guy by the way?
[(?)]
No, [?] crazy

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