Lyrics:
somewhere in the blinding absence of light
I'd throw out my rations pawn off my rifle
I'd bust this old guitar drop all them small trifles
To lie by your side
In and out of focus, time turns elastic
In and out of focus, in and out of focus, time turns elastic
In and out of focus, in and out of focus, time
Im looking out the window
Im waitin at the door
To see if youll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you
out a cat of nine tails and lit a cigarette
I try to turn them all out, that's the mission
I dip in her exhaust before I twist her ignition
I said it's
to the rest my vision too complex
God forbid I take bitch ya bitch by answering her text
Send her money for her nails and her silk press (sheesh)
Yeah you know
spinna, wiggle that silk web
All applaud then forget any trace of it existed
It's slight different, heights is quite stranded
Lone by the light of me hip I
mirror get the chills
It’s fuck you to all the fakes I only respect the real
And I just learned how to ball now I’m dripping like some silk
It’s
jars
You can get a taste, or a flat out key
'Cause now-a-days I'm Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, cruising the Riviera
More solid
to take his life or turn the burner on a wife
No respite I need a brick tonight, my perspective is bleaker hope is in the beaker
Found a 2-liter gotta work
Baby let's turn up
Baby let's turn up
Gliding
I'll lay my hand out for you, may I have this dance
I'm trying
I'm so high when I'm with you
Can't help
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
no time to conversate
This is life ain't no debate (ain't no debate)
Imma beat you to the race
Cashing out is by HIS grace (by HIS grace)
Everywhere I
golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden
then you get to serenade (woo)
Croc' loafers, long sleeves, silks be tailor made (boss)
Black chauffeurs who open to doin' anything (yeah)
It's
And he transformed my hoopt' into a Lex Coupe
"But you must rock the mic by stroke of twelve
Or you'll turn back into your old self"
[Chorus]
Well
of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
Gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
Think it is?"
"Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
Mambo!
They're screaming out on the street
Bug on a screen, you're bound to be beat
Now don't you confuse me
I just sat down, please let me breathe
a brand new day
It's about time you got served your way
'Cause if I serve you my way, I turn you on
But if I serve you your way, I can't go wrong
Although
a playing with their ball
Down by the green wood side
Oh babes O babes if you were mine
All alone and aloney
I would dress you in the silk so fine
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