Little Man Lyrics

Glocca Morra Little Man

I wanna start jiving to a different beat.
Hanging with the kids across the street.
Flying in real high when I make the scene.
Hold a crooked hand beneath a shady tree.
So if you’re coming through you better watch out for me.

Cause I like hanging with the dealers.
For me, there’s nothing realer.
You can do what you want, just don’t f..ck with me.

No decision to fight it.
No distress in the slightest.
You get what you want, I get what I deserve.
but I’ve prepared you a statement, then shortly after I
ate it.
You get what you want, I get heartburn.