My soul will have to wait till I get back
Well I had a million dollars but I
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
Oh, what I really wanna say, my baby
Well I swear that I
I got something for his punk ass
Daddy's gonna love one an' all
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel
Oh, what I really wanna say, I can't define
Is there's just one way back?
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho
Daddy's got a new forty-five
I'd spend it all
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it, yaa
I don't practice Santeria
My soul will have to wait
Believe me when I say that
And that Sancho that she'd found
Yes, I'm goin' up
If I could find that heina
And I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know, my baby
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And I gotta live it out, oh yeah
Find a heina of my own
Straight down Sancho's throat
My soul will have to
What I really wanna say, I can't define
What is good for him
Well it's love that I need, oh
Tell Sanchito that if he knows
What I really wanna know, my baby
I ain't got no crystal ball
Oh, what I really wanna say
Songwriters: Floyd Gaugh, Brad Nowell, Eric Wilson
And I'll make it
He best go run an' hide
Got love, make it go, oh
What I really wanna know, my baby