Lyrics:
The Milky Way is American-made Sell your soul by day and buy it back at night by starlight It is still yesterday on Baker Island It is tomorrow in
The Milky Way is cmerican made, Sell your soul by day and buy it back at night by starlight, It is still yesterday on Baker Island, It is tomorrow in
You've gotta love
With the coldest part of
Cold
It is still yesterday on Baker Island
It is tomorrow in the back of my mind
In the back of my mind I am
There are islands for bakers and bankers and thieves.
And you row & row & row your boat on down the baby river
Row it oh so gently, as though life were
She go Anita like Baker
She go Anita like Baker (Wait)
Hold on
Yeah
I need some land with the acres
I need some land with the acres
Yeah
She go
down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker She taught her 4 sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker To hand them their guns
Ma Ma
them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker She taught her 4 sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma
Ma Baker To hand them their guns
them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma ma ma ma
Ma baker she taught her 4 sons
Ma ma ma ma
Ma baker to hand them their guns
beings are flawed individuals
The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early
And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are, and I believe
beings are flawed individuals
The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early
And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are, and I believe
We met as soulmates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down
We met as soulmates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down
We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our
now I'm at your door
I'm rockin' Supreme, got it for the low
I think I'm a baker, it smell like dough
I think I'm a laker, I'm ballin' like Kobe (like
stackin this bread
To the muh fuckin ceilin
They call me the baker
How I cook up this milli
Take care of my fam
That's a very good feelin
I live by a code
This for my all my murders
My number ones
My misfits
Cognac sipping
Playing all Anita baker old hits
Blitzing through the south with The rebels
I
We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our
a baker
Feeling like a hit maker, see you later
I ain't got no time for the hater man
Ain't got not place in my life for the hater man
I'm a beast
got it straight from the islands
Spaghetti the plate that's Italian
The body on this one a stallion
And I got her straight from the islands
She told me
asked me
Are you in tune with THE BAKER?
And the amounts, all measurements make?
I told her, I'm THE BAKER'S man
And you & I, we can play patty cake
say we head gone, drop and lick it when we born
We nuh fuck fi turn it on...Wah you say? (Wah we say)
Big up every yardman inna Rockers Island
TG
let me pat her cakes but naw bitch
I ain't the baker's man
I used to be on drugs, now I'll be damned if I pop a Xan
She wanna fuck with gang, got pixie
to life than this
I could nick a boat
And sneak off to this island
I could bring my little ghetto blaster
There's more to life than this
But then
to the harbor
And jump between the boats
And see the sun come up
We could nick a boat
And sneak off to this island
I could bring my little ghetto blaster
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