Lyrics:
the Magistrate One day while sewing mailbags for the Queen One day while sewing mailbags for the Queen
Four tiny arms deliver packages to the homes Blood hydraulic mailman, exoskeleton Has no bones Has a mail truck, has a tiny hat Has a mailbag, wears
the time to count all of your hair You got fifteen years That's a mighty long time You could have been a physicist But now your name is on the mailbag
cheddar She got Chanel mailbag, I'ma gon' letter, I'ma gon' let her Every day I say free Act, lifetime rebel, do it for the fellas I don't want that
I'm digging ditches, I'm breaking stones Sewing mailbags, it ain't no fun Bread and water, my life is complete Hold my breath, till I'm back out
(Horse) Pull up on a nigga block in a mail truck Mailbag hangin with the nina And it well tucked (Tucked) Ring your doorbell package for signin Soon as you
falling, I feel like they're stalling Racist out my head, she like a mailbag Cut her, I won't give her money, I ain't her only fag Said I'm foreign in
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