No Home Training - Bruce Hornsby

He ain't got good sense
His drawers are a mess
Cabbage greens
Ain't hittin' on nothing
Or' God'll kill me
God keloid skin
Makes us all feel him
Get some leg
Stylin' profilin'
That's why we like to hang with him
Poppy ain't got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin' energy draining got no home training
Making feet for socks
Got big hindparts
Cabbage greens
He's drinking out the whole jug
Or God me kill me
Don't want to act right
Acting all ignant
Till I get right
That's why why we like to hang with him
Poppy ain't got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin' energy draining got no home training
Poppy ain't got no home training
Stays outside when it's raining
Triflin'energy draining got no home training
I'm out in carver gardens in a trailer
And I'm playing my farfisa in a soul band
Five brothers in a little room
No bigger than a bathroom
Sweat on the walls too
People say
I'm crazy 'cause
I'm coming here to blow
All I've got to say is
I've got to bite off a little groove flow
I'm flowing
Whomp upside the head
Whomp on upside the head