| cosmoz |
This is the story of your mama drinkin wit me on a
sexy jazzy psycedelic saturday night while poppa kicks the can spam.
I like my turtles dark and my drinks cold
There aint to time like the right time in my mind,sugar wuga
Lets snuggle on up under the junkie tree and fly away into the sky
No?
I am the light speeder ready to be present like lickety split
mayhem of the momment
I remain insane wit her as we listen to the sweet sounds of some
bling bangers finger strokin my mind with sexy possibilites
and endless laughter.
we build up all these ideas and concrete emotives
Like you was something man
nothing without id and what could you be?
Like some of us like to evolve around the sun i aint even begun
when i spinn im spun hell we destroyed leroy cause he was beaten that lady, i mean for all in the gods names!
She leans over and we split a kiss with paper on our tounges
and damn do i feel young again
Well...if the night goes right we be piddy padded up while the rain drizzles like snot from little charlies grandson's teddy bear
And my eyes feel like i be starin out too long in the night
spirits crowd empty alley way tin can blues
Damn demons as i pick up my gun
slam round in the wall for fun my butts float in the puddles of piss
positioned between my mean stance
Acid and guns and the roses got picked and that was it
Id love to lick honey off your naked body
while tequla and pills spin our thrills...
THIS IS MY NIGHT WIT YOUR MOMMA....Cosmoz-04 |
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