My baby is a horse
She’s running out my course
Papa was the first to taste
Her meat was what she has

Learning time and doing
Now she’s humming na, na, na, na, yeah, uh yeah

Once I've tried to stop her
Said, "are you trying to get killed by standing on the street side?"

My baby is a horse
She’s running out of course
Smoking grass with guess
One that squeezing her chest