Sorry, mama
There are times I get carried away
Please, don't worry
Next time I'm home, I'll still be the same
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Really, I'm fine
Never been better, got no job on the line
Sincerely, don't worry
Same old boy that you hoped you would find
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
There are times I get carried away
Please, don't worry
Next time I'm home, I'll still be the same
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Really, I'm fine
Never been better, got no job on the line
Sincerely, don't worry
Same old boy that you hoped you would find
And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood
Lyrics submitted by TheWrongGirl, edited by diegochain25
"Freaking Out the Neighborhood" as written by Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Quoting Demarco about these lyrics: "I was really, really drunk," he says. "My clothes came off. As beer poured into me, some drum sticks found their way into my bare rectum. My friend took a video of it and my mom and aunt ended up seeing it on YouTube. I'm not going to make any promises that I won't do something like that again, so if something else comes up, I can just put the song on for her again."
(as noticied here: edmontonjournal.com/entertainment/DeMarco+Montreal+slacker+made+best+records+2012/7720272/…)