a washing pail I followed your story I followed your tail Followed you straight through the Doors of your jail cell too Followed your voice in the darkness soft
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft
was a dream I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft
Rooter, addicted to follies Like brown collies, stay soft fro Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian Talking a different language, RBI fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft
to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He had niggas tip had em breaking him off He had niggas clearing the block when it got dark
to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for her to
angels fly As the guitar gently weeps, my Riviera streaks Into the night like a bat outta hell All the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cell
thousand and one In the silhouette, standing erect Tower projects, insects cling to the steps Oral sex, my head blessed Backwards (steamed in conquest?) The cello
go to an art school I get my club on with the glow in the dark jewels Trees in my shoes, polo in the dark blues And I spark tools that the po and the