Bear Hands - Boss Lyrics

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What Are The Lyrics For Boss By Bear Hands?
Oh child you give good advice
Good with numbers Good with God Good with people You're good with cops I think I could learn a lot I'm the bitch and you're the boss [x8] Oh child tell me how it goes How to make it How to know How to get myself out this hole From the bottom to the top I'm the bitch and you're the boss [x8] If I told you where I bang, you wouldn't believe me If you taught me how to fish, I would sweep the sea clean If I told you where I bang, you wouldn't believe me If you taught me how to fish, I would sweep the sea clean If I had the privilege, how would you treat me If only, If only Oh child I'll take all you got All your friends and all their moms All the lessons that they've been taught Comin' back for them tomorrow If I told you where I bang, you wouldn't believe me If you taught me how to fish, I would sweep the sea clean If I had the privilege, how would you treat me Like I'm a rare flower, cracks in the concrete If I told you where I bang, you wouldn't believe me If you taught me how to fish, I would never stop eating If I had the privilege, how would you treat me If only, if only O Child you give good advice I can see your parents raised you right I can see you as an off this rah I think I could learn a lot |
Who Wrote Boss By Bear Hands?
Thomas Orscher, Ted Feldman, Dylan Rau, Val Loper
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What's The Duration Of The Boss By Bear Hands?The duration of Boss is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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