This is a song about "Conan o brien"

Growing up i had your posters o

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

But look, she went and dialled triple o

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Mother, o my mother!

How simple they are

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

O save me please just bravely

But i think i like that, just maybe

Mother, o my mother

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Unless they o d like heath ledger

Big serg, we ready for whatever