Mama's playing backseat bingo gonna get paid
Panic on the three way freeway all six legs
She can lay low
She can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
A simple kind of living is something they never really had
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked
He left their home up in Frisco to LA
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesa
Now his mama's down on the freeway without pay
Sonny's playing drugstore cowboy in high gear
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rear view mirror
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
The Harpoonist & the Axe Murderer - Mama's in the Backseat Lyrics
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Mama's playing backseat bingo gonna get paid
Panic on the three way freeway all six legs
She can lay low
She can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
A simple kind of living is something they never really had
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked
He left their home up in Frisco to LA
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesa
Now his mama's down on the freeway without pay
Sonny's playing drugstore cowboy in high gear
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rear view mirror
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
Panic on the three way freeway all six legs
She can lay low
She can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
A simple kind of living is something they never really had
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked
He left their home up in Frisco to LA
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesa
Now his mama's down on the freeway without pay
Sonny's playing drugstore cowboy in high gear
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rear view mirror
He can lay low
He can lay
Better stay low
Better stay
Writer: Shawn Richard Hall, Matthew Wesley Rogers
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Copyright: Lyrics © INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC