Doris Lyrics

Behind the scenes of a wack story, forgetful wack dory

I love it when it starts pouring, storming up and down the halls pacing

That's some intense racing, downstairs it sounds like thunder

Mama said listen, it sounds like nana's riding her horses

Would rather that than the porches, but let's not be

They mashed him for being ungrateful, he started leading a life more faithful

Took up a hobby carving on maple, tell him off something that's harmful

Look around and everyone's just downing a bottle

Don't know how to move without going full throttle

Got me feeling philosophic, speaking like Aristotle

Feeling like no matter what man, I really got you

No matter the backstory, behind the scenes of a wack story

Forgetful wack dory, I love it when it starts pouring

Storming up and down the halls pacing, that's some intense

That's some intense, got me stressing bout the dollars and cents

I ain't gone out in a month, still worried bout what I spent

I ain't done wrong in a while, still worried bout all my sins

But if I did die tomorrow, I'm just asking would my sins be repent

That's just

Behind the scenes of a wack story, forgetful wack dory

I love it when it starts pouring, storming up and down the halls pacing

That's some intense, downstairs it sounds like thunder

Mama said listen, it sounds like nana's riding her horses

Huh, look

Call it off with a smooth jab, she's grateful for the smooth jam

She being gracious on her feet, so I took after on the beat

They sell their soul for a feat, the fruit cannot be that sweet

Life is uncertain, but, the fruit is always sweet

The tree is known by its fruit, the man is known by his deeds

A person will always have their needs

But I'm just asking you just watch what that deems

Huh, I'm just speaking the truth, I ain't done wrong in a while

But I just wanna know, huh, I just wanna know

I just wanna know what's gonna happen on the day that I have gotta knock on the doors

I'm just

Oh my god, I'm just, I'm just

I feel like I know where I'm going, but I also feel like I'm lost

And I just wanna know what I'm doing with it

I wanna

Behind the scenes of a wack story, forgetful wack dory

I love it when it starts pouring, storming up and down the halls

Pacing, that's some intense, huh, downstairs, it sounds like thunder, huh

Mama said, listen, it sounds like Nana has been riding her horses

Would rather that than the, huh

Would rather that than the Porsches, but let's not be, huh