High heel shoes wit’ a high class tone,
en vogue with six deep, never eva’ alone.
Always a full mailbox on her cellular phone,
catchin attention, eyes, ears, and bones.
Steppin in the front do’, expectin’ a free cup-
naw excuse me queen, that’s gonna be five bucks.
Hip hop ain’t payin’ the bills in this apartment,
and we don’t play the pretty face coupon market.

So move on barkin’ wit ya blue blonde jargon,
break ya wallet take it to the keg and park it.
It’s the kinda party we’re ya spew off target
miss the bathroom sink and hit the livin’ room carpet,
shroomin’ so hard that ya chew on garbage,
confused and long gone from the booze and carbon.
Roughnecks got beef, but they’re too bombed to start shit,
and T’s in business like the Oolong market.

The only problem is the party’s at large
causin’ a loud ruckus congregation in my backyard.
I got word that the neighbors gonna call the cops
unless ya’ll get it together and choose one.
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The house- or the garage
Take it to the house- or the garage
Girl I know you got enough clout to shut the city down
But for now ya gotta bounce from my yard choose one
That’s the house- or the garage
Take it to the house- or the garage
Rippin’ and tearin’ through the track cos’ we live so fast
That I ain’t got time to die young
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They slide me two shots and say choose your poison,
cos’ everybody’s gotta do dirt at some point, kid.
Choice or coin flip, fate’s double jointed
wit a busy schedule and no time for appointments.
So, I sneak in her office when she’s out on the weekend
and play my own fate however I see fit
wit a cup’a self-destruction bubblin’ in each fist,
complete with a mentality seekin’ to get ripped.

The science of applyin’ it ain’t really deep shit,
it’s as simple as logistics and breathin’-
simple as five chicks in the bathroom applyin’ make-up
and I’m tired of waitin’ so it’s time for public urination.
Fate can take a permanent vacation while were racin against death,
I gaffle the moon and sprint quick.
Kidnappin’ the tainted passion is all I plan to do
and charge kids to play a roll in the game like Faxanadu.

Do not attempt to bring my high down.
Disrespect, and we gotta break the guns and guitars out.
I’m reffin’ these rules like corrupted cops.
I can’t get caught, so make a decision and choose one.
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So deep in this
I could swim ‘til the ocean’s empty
Cos’ my soul’s addicted
And dancin’ to a broken medley