My baby is a horse

She's running out my course

Papa was the first to taste

Her meat was what she has

Learning time and doing

Now she's humming na, na, na, na, yeah, uh yeah

Once i've tried to stop her

Said, “are you trying to get killed by standing on the street side?”

My baby is a horse

She's running out of course

Smoking grass with guess

One that squeezing her chest