Kangaroo Lyrics

Kangaroo By Sweetheart

Shiver in the cold when I h-h-hold

Onto my schoolgirl---, old days they’re gone

Go and don’t think where I’m going well so?

When I play this in my thoughts

You’re doing well dog, just taking off

A rising star, rating A plus

NRA”s still backing us man

Bring it on the works, please

Miles to go where no one sleeps

Stretch those wings and soon

You’ll swoop in oh

And once your wings get caught be a wind

And if you meet some good women

Bring them to my shows

Just kidding, no

But really I made you, kid

So I hope it goes well

Like, I said

Chorus

Child of mine, up in my spine

We’re trying this we’re trying

Child of mine, up in my spine

Let me find out let me find

Child of mine, up in my spine

We’re trying this we’re trying

Child of mine, up in my spine

Let me find out let me find

Rodney’s asleep, I ain’t got nothing to do

And in three days, you’re late

We can pick a date and induce

Choose the date but not the body

The bag but now the news reads welcome to the planet

Baby Kangaroo

I’m just like you it’s weird and fun

The first time I cried I was really too young

Tisk Tisk you guys, what you done did

Got one more good girl trying to figure out her kid

Think he’ll be a great leader tell him if I haven’t had a chance

Be humbled by the ocean and when he goes to his first dance

Play rap and hiphop by request cus we always play close to the chest

Your rightful place is in his eyes may God protect you forever and a life

Chorus

Child of mine, up in my spine

We’re trying this we’re trying

Child of mine, up in my spine

Let me find out let me find

Child of mine, up in my spine

We’re trying this we’re trying

Child of mine, up in my spine

Let me find out let me find

Words of advice and many paths

I think of them and laugh

A way for one guy a way was a manger

No crib like MTV, mmm—

You’re ready to pop, I’m ready to play

And you could be here any day

Child, children listen however they can

Sometimes say no to a naughty old man

Eyes growing in the back of my head

But even Jesus had no crib for a bed

That’s not good, and in no words, the world’s been screwed

And if times mommy said enough’s enough

Child of mine

Child of mine

Child of mine