Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supreme , by - Recoil. Release date: 08.07.2007
Song language: English
Supreme |
| Supreme talks about his baby’s mother like a whore |
| Sweet sixteen she is |
| With future |
| Uncertain |
| Love |
| Incomplete |
| Soapy days for Jr. and she |
| At three |
| Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound |
| Put his hoodie on the couch |
| His Timberlands up on the chair |
| So his bitch can bring him a beer |
| So |
| This is the Nuclear family? |
| Mommy |
| Baby… |
| And Daddy makes a mess of his baby’s mother’s hair as they fuck 'til her mother |
| comes in from work |
| She’s playing house |
| He’s playing man |
| And Jr. is the only one who accepts he’s just a child |
| Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff |
| Knocked up to a waddle |
| A baby carriage bustle |
| And still gets her play |
| But her dream is true romance… |
| Well |
| Sorta |
| Everyday from three to six |
| Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the |
| street |
| He’s not a corner boy |
| The bodega in the forty’s is midblock |
| Where bullets flock |
| No names engraved and he may be next |
| Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers |
| Being there is all there is |
| Living lovely without turning the corner |
| Reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow |
| And shit to his mouth |
| Dispelling knowledge on the stuffs |
| The pleasing things the baby’s mother do |
| Dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man |
| Breaking Friday night to seek man/hood in a paper bag |
| Says |
| 'Fatherhood is real cool |
| And the kid looks like me |
| So she better not let nothing happen to him |
| Or I’ma kill the bitch.' |
| Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel |
| Trained steel, stained blue |
| Puts punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101 |
| Monday at three |
| The baby’s mother waits |
| Jr. in her arms |
| Patiently at the door |
| Doesn’t know what she misses |
| Locked into the routine |
| A project queen |
| Supreme rode off into the sunset with a three to six all his own |
| Took a week for her to find out |
| A minute to promise devotion |
| Her life on hold as Supreme calls |
| (Checking on his boy) |
| And the baby’s mother |
| (Life on the outside ain’t even worth it.) |
| Shit |
| Shit |
| Who screwed whom? |
| There’s not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their |
| little worlds they will |
| Leather gear |
| X skullie |
| Size 2 Docs. |
| Man |
| Jr.'s the fliest shit in nursery care |
| Paid for by W.I.C., |
| So who’s getting dicked? |
| Who reigns supreme? |
| Who reigns supreme? |
| Who reigns supreme? |
| Who reigns supreme? |
| Who reigns supreme? |
| Who reigns supreme? |