Fulla Rum

Young, dumb,

and full of rum

Livin life like vacay-shun,

here I come

Havin fun Florida sun,

on the run

Cock my gun,

or go one on one

Young, dumb,

and full of rum

Livin life like vacay-shun,

here I come

Havin fun Florida sun,

on the run

Cock my gun,

or go one on one (yeah)

I’m stunned,

how you can judge me,

though

Is it envy,

jealousy, or just my ego?

Either way, it’s okay,

I know

Why don’t you blow me

Away, with something interesting

Or go away,

you’re not welcome on this thing I’m experimen-ting and I can’t give

you wings

Young, dumb,

and full of rum

Livin life like vacay-shun,

here I come

Havin fun Florida sun,

on the run

Cock my gun,

or go one on one (ooh)

Arduous, argue trust, there’s no case for us

Fill your cup but that ain’t enough Lust,

it’s a bust, talk shit if you must

Through a door that is shut

In no particular order,

live free, journee Tickle her border,

shiver, quiver, come

To the absolute conclu-shun

No apologies to my enemies Sing eulogies in Japanese n spread these

dirty wings (fade)