Metabolize on the scattered snare With the banana pies that he don't like Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles In the end it bends Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil Upset stomach on the boat to Lausanne to see the lion Carved in the wall by the [?] To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines Ergo some empire, not to inch but the entire More pills mean more spills bout the whore house with the extra door To let the divorced out with force And of the course routes, of course Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken With [?] for the curse lifting Onion bread with the shine to it It's up and fair to the fine stupid But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourist With all the spend by the drum [?] How many millionaires can the slums hold? Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust You strain to see through the fog of dust Like spaghetti for the meatballs Of [?] immaculates Head over heels like the back is flip Japanese [?] Love labours, get her backstage like the judge chambers Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger Or do us, or [?] us On boats in the Bay of Pigs Runaways way with the wayward kids And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs Don't shoo us, cause we ain't Bush [?] don't boo us cause we ain't cooked But who else could hook the foo-foo up In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents Dumb things even bar common sense Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpene intertwines with [?] Rhymes with turbans and removes the minds of serpents Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt Great like [?] the sleeve As a king breathes through a silver sieve Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough Filtering lean through a gold grill Theorize things from [?] hills The came became what that [?] kills [?] drills in that hotel, that'll all spill Looking at space from a submarine Putting that bass in the club machine Pushing that cake till that mission [?] face and no love between Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings Flying round town in a tub of wings Found out how to make love to fiends She mixing that [?] with the drug of dreams She too teenaged to have a drug of choice But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit She wroteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
