Hey little bruiser No time to be fall in love Keeps all his chikens in the coup My mother said go out But don't go far from the tree What's wrong with me You got good parts from your mamma But the bad parts from me Hey little bruiser You wouldn't have a rough fights A caved man in the computer To stricken inside What I gotta say Go out but don't go far from the tree The good parts from your mamma And the bad parts from me Let no man be a keeper They hide secrets in us But where we'll be without the dreamers Pay no hate to good advice Hey little bruiser Made it to the twelve ground But it stands it no acuse If I let them catch you in the ground My moteher said go out But don't get to far from the tree You got the good parts from your mamma The bad parts from me Let no man be a keeper They have been secrets in treir eyes Where would we be without the dreamers It pay no hate to good advice Let no man be a keeper There are those who workship the art But where would we be without the dreamers So when you wake up I'm here.