This is a song about "Khalil underwood peter pan lyrics"

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My records sell, yes sir

Got tickets peter piper

Big shit popping, i'm the man

And bang a rang to peter pan

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Second peter one three

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,