He came in hot on two wheels but she beat him to the gate
Batshit blinds and wind stands they were always on his plate
Gas and matches shouldn't mix but she was showing by July
So blame the fire of 1994 that I
Sweet fruit from the tree
Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue river
My daddy's first son I'm a son of a * and a son of a gun
She covered me in sequined gowns My teeth in Vaseline
He sank on into Jenny Jones Rebuilt pan head grease
Bad seeds get some black sheep They've grown by fortune or mistake
Tell me baby do you like the way it tastes?
Sweet fruit from the tree
Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue river
My daddy's first son I'm a son of a * and a son of a gun
Baby sister of the brick house Been a lover of a man so fine
Trying to make my nitta proud If you don't like it you can suck on my
Sweet fruit from the tree
Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun My mama's blue river
My daddy's first son
I'm a son of a * and a son of a gun
I'm a son of a
bitch and a son of a gun