| | No Home Training Lyrics Artist(Band):Bruce Hornsby
His drawers are a mess (cabbage greens) Ain't hittin' on nothing Or' God'll kill me God keloid skin Makes us all feel him (get some leg) Stylin', profilin' That's why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training Mama gives such a low rating Triflin' energy draining got no home training Making feet for socks Got big hindparts (cabbage greens) He's drinking out the whole jug Or God me kill me Don't want to act right Acting all ignant (till I get right) That's why, why we like to hang with him Poppy ain't got no home training Mama gives such a low rating Triflin' energy draining got no home training Poppy ain't got no home training Stays outside when it's raining Triflin'energy draining got no home training I'm out in carver gardens in a trailer And I'm playing my farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little room No bigger than a bathroom Sweat on the walls too People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow I'm flowing Whomp upside the head Whomp on upside the head If you find some error in No Home Training Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to George Pallas for submitting the lyrics. Review the song No Home Training The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Bruce Hornsby" Music | |
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