got a call out the blue like i just flew into the city whats up with you expectations was barely hardly so when she actually came through pleasantly surprised like moms gave me the car keys stiff drinks back to my place garnish the parsley laughed when she saw that same old room asked if id ever change for an old flame but i could tell shes playin so i sang my same old tune no shame in her game told me the weddings in june gone at first light connecting flight she made the plane im left thinking like osama in khartoum your whole neighborhood on stage excessively mean muggin still managed to sound weak coming out the speakers far be it from me though cousin i ain t james brown neither found in the wild half docile gazelles with the finest features retired to the boudoir with a long legged sativa fell out road to damascus status im a believer had to disconnect the receiver on that solid gold telephone fulgencio batista el jefe rafael trujillo came through on her wedding night groom peeping through the keyhole tears in his eyes lights off mijo all you heard was rattling medals she left disheveled merrily dug his own grave whistling as he shoveled its increasingly clear these walls is fucking closing in last year i pretended to care right now cant spare the oxygen feet up on the ottoman empire a two block radius at best but the peasants still call him sire hold his marijuana and shoot when he says fire no rest for the wicked steady hand on the spigot velvet glove iron fingers greek myth fire bringer helen of troy perfume linger even vacuum sealed green apples wild ginger spinning woods till hands got splinters so much hash the weed cant finish and she lying there wide open like congo at independence that 70s era dino de laurentiis lush production red rope hope your name s on the list angels on the pen blunts in the fist good luck is a couple seeds in the brick but you fucked up and seeded the bitch stolen whips sitting in dulles airport long term parking thats cash in escrow rap like im reading off of parchments old school fleece is golden wool for a few pieces of silver they overlooked the golden rule acapulco gold and it all reeks of jet fuel2
['alternative hip hop', 'escape room']