Reese

What you shoulda been What you woulda been But it ain't no problem now What's your middle name? Are you often blamed? Do you care about the cost? Da-da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da, da Da-da-da Where's the middle again? Can I get back there? Well, I won't let them talk Well, it's at it again And it heads to its home Do, do, do, do, do, do On the north end of redded woe Well, I won't be ready to go Da-da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da A little bit older now Out in the wilderness With some valedictorian You had wagered up your torch And then you lost your paraffin Off the dead stump of the trees Oh, your head it split the crease And the ghosts you may never know You will never mend I will never end And I went off then To the meadowlands Where your mama can't That's a boundary pass on it What you woulda been What you shoulda been died, woo Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more than that Well, I'm more than that, well, I'm more Here we go What's that supposed to be, it is over me All before eleven-thirty Oh, ah, ooh, ooh Ah, ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah I won't belabor points but I will hit you on the head I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head I won't belabor points but I will hit you on the head I won't belabor points but I will hit it on the head