Contextual Analysis of "he looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m. station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere. but i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here. so now when i back track" in Lyrics

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mocking bird don't mock. the last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot. so mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am

he looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m. station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere. but i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here. so now when i back track

i back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back. you think i'm cool i think you're cruel so here's a shell cap. on your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped. ratatatat. hoboes above leave the boat for the pope

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mocking bird don't mock. the last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot. so mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am

he looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m. station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere. but i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here. so now when i back track

i back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back. you think i'm cool i think you're cruel so here's a shell cap. on your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped. ratatatat. hoboes above leave the boat for the pope

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mocking bird don't mock. the last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot. so mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am

he looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m. station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere. but i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here. so now when i back track

i back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back. you think i'm cool i think you're cruel so here's a shell cap. on your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped. ratatatat. hoboes above leave the boat for the pope

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