This is for that ?guitar? lady of democracy
She say that she good to me, but she will never let me be
Peppermint Patty
Why'd you play
I'll get to you by the end of the game
[Verse 1: Zumbi]
See patty was shorties date very hard to touch
I played the game looking for her in the cuts
Getting close to her didn't really matter much
She absorbed one and all, always up the wall
Number in the stall, you can call it if you want
But you a punk, but you fall into a clutch
So now she pretty even when ? of ditty ?
Hollering about the liberty she never going to give me
Feel like a buster can't help that I lust her
Thinking of comforts like eating out (? a or her ?) dumpster
It's too disgusting to discus
How could I love her when she's so scandalous
Put us in the projects eating off the crust
Dreams turn to ashes and trust turn to dust
Sell her your soul might even make you famous
She's.. cold enough to make my grandmother cus
[Verse 2: Zumbi]