Sonovagun by Audible Mai Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My mom and dad were born in Africa
I was born in America
So does that make me an African-American?
Or does it make me an American who’s African?
Or just a human who is searching for the passages?
Or just a student with his work who never passed it in?
Stuffed his books inside a bag and started traveling
Cast himself into the Technicolor labyrinth
Reality is an asset if you turn it into happiness
If he can do it (Barack)
We all can do it
You just find a situation and fall in to it
His daddy was an immigrant
My daddy was an immigrant
Now both of us are citizens
It’s similar but different
I tell a story of a once upon a dissident
Who fell for the hook-line sinker of a fisherman
Coming from a family so proud
My Great-Great-Grand-Daddy was a pistola
[Hook]
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
[Bridge: Pilot Touhill]
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me
[Verse 2]
They said that I stole the cookie from the cookie jar
If not me than who, It was Albert Camus
Sending underground message in shoots of bamboo….OOOH
“I didn’t know you read that book too”
That’s cause I love knowing things that you didn’t know I knew
I love drinking drinks with the peasants and the fools
“Bartender line it up me and all of my peers
Are dropping dollars in here
Like we’re multi-millionaires”
I’m feeling kind of Irish plus I’m feeling Super-Catholic
So let me get some Jameson a Gunnies and a napkin
Wash it down with holy water Eucharist to snack with
Then piss all over everything like I was John The Baptist
[Hook]
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
[Bridge: Pilot Touhill]
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me
My mom and dad were born in Africa
I was born in America
So does that make me an African-American?
Or does it make me an American who’s African?
Or just a human who is searching for the passages?
Or just a student with his work who never passed it in?
Stuffed his books inside a bag and started traveling
Cast himself into the Technicolor labyrinth
Reality is an asset if you turn it into happiness
If he can do it (Barack)
We all can do it
You just find a situation and fall in to it
His daddy was an immigrant
My daddy was an immigrant
Now both of us are citizens
It’s similar but different
I tell a story of a once upon a dissident
Who fell for the hook-line sinker of a fisherman
Coming from a family so proud
My Great-Great-Grand-Daddy was a pistola
[Hook]
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
[Bridge: Pilot Touhill]
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me
[Verse 2]
They said that I stole the cookie from the cookie jar
If not me than who, It was Albert Camus
Sending underground message in shoots of bamboo….OOOH
“I didn’t know you read that book too”
That’s cause I love knowing things that you didn’t know I knew
I love drinking drinks with the peasants and the fools
“Bartender line it up me and all of my peers
Are dropping dollars in here
Like we’re multi-millionaires”
I’m feeling kind of Irish plus I’m feeling Super-Catholic
So let me get some Jameson a Gunnies and a napkin
Wash it down with holy water Eucharist to snack with
Then piss all over everything like I was John The Baptist
[Hook]
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
I’m a Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
A Son of a -Son of a-Son of a-Son of a Gun
My Daddy’s -Daddy’s- Daddy’s-Daddy was a Gun
[Bridge: Pilot Touhill]
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me
They try to tell me something
But the couldn’t tell me nothing
They tried to teach me something
But they couldn’t reach me