Omega Beam

Lost my way

Had get on course

Switch up the pace

Fixed the race

Mix the drums

With the bass

Colored floors

With the neon lights

Lift up doors

Talking bout

Shit I can’t

Even afford

But it

Sound good

Year to year

I watch my rise

Might turn this shit

Into a franchise

Angel face

On a night drive

Put it in the zeitgeist

Of pop culture

Movie rights

And toy soldiers

Beware the

Vultures

The coni sour

Of dead carnivores

Won’t ya

We buy the stores

For big bottom

Whores

Who don’t do

The chores

But she they look good

Pretty face

But she talk hood

Little waist

And the head suberb

Riddle chase

I’m just saying

Some words

Keep up the pace

When you

Playing with birds

Poppin pills

To just get a feel

To shake the feeling

That ain’t nothing real

I like her heels

With the red bottoms

I love her kiss

But I don’t

Love her problems