Big Big Black

Some

Some of your friends are already this fucked

And it’s too late to car, he ate the angel hair

(i said) some

Some of your friends are already this fucked, yeah

She signed the deal memo, so now it’s time to go

 

There’s no dance without finance

You better call saul zaenz

He has your pants and shirt

He’s in a yurt in santa rosa

Supposing you frozen

On a poster and posing

Til the deal is closed

The heatwave will save you

By the skin of your nose

Toby ran away but now he’s losing his toes

So your feets might fail you

In your attempts to save face

Westbound to casablanca's

Yes, a roundabout space, in case

You ever wondered 'bout fullfilling the first

If there’s any on the penny

Still the best is the,worst and you’re cursed

And well versed in curved air

And there’s the flair on your shirt

With gold dust and nuts busting

For the spill at the brill

Building billing on the silence

And the license to shill

Petty tyrants to kill

You still begetting rhythm methods

Birthing babies with maybes

Main ingredient, i’m peeing the euphrates to hades

As i jump in my mercedes, imma say it again

 

Is rule 4080 a section

Or an ordinal direction

Or a lowered expectation

From the ye of little faith

Possessed of even less patience

When they marvel at my cadence

Or the salient relation

Of my statements to the latest

Overnighted excited

You could fight it

If you got the underwriting

For the lightning in the bottle

That follows

And though i caught it

There’s a moth

That’s getttng

Yhrottled and mottled

You can’t keep it for sleeping

So get it ready for the creepin’

(and why must you always be)

Cause little stevie had a trust,

Adjust

The felt that’s turning on the plate

In states with belts that’s rust

And there’s the cut after the cut

Contracted and enacted

With the backing

But the label ain’t stable

And the fables that aesop rocked

At 10 o’clock are stock

There’s nothing new

And the kids on the block are thru

The new editions

On a mission of frisson

So i’m just skinning

All the cousins that’s kissing

And i’m hoping thats you listenin’

 

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