CAT ALLEY

Lyrics

Like thorns on a rose Fire clips might shift when it's over Admiring til the head rolls over Did my taxes I think it's broken Turn my cash in I think it's golden Turn my cap on I think it's smoking Off the backboard I don't think I'm a clone Fork in the road I'ma lift when I go Stop it I'm popping the locksmith Collect colored birds from the worldwide tropics Left on the curb I be swerving the mop Sunday school I'm repurposing god Refurbishing boxes my speakers be popping Eye on the moon I be off on a rocket Buying the roof Splitting the business the cake in the booth Lifting the visions I'm making a movе I'm flipping the digits I'm raking in food I'm playing the juice whilе we fucking No bun in the oven This shit getting kinky I'm stuck in the dungeon I'm running it over the flow getting butter Said I don't want smoke but I'm rolling the thunder Godzilla with the stepping The throne now it's check please She not gonna choke til I'm holding the Bentley's Your hoes at the club My bitch up at Friendly's Bad accident I be smoking the wreckage This shit don't stop but I'm pleased by the death wish She holding my jock like my bitch mad sexist Just had breakfast I feel like Seinfeld You gonna die holding in but I might tell You gonna fry with the fish it's a mob You gonna slide in the ditch when it's wet on the rocks I get to my shorty like corn on the cob I be bored then I morph into slop My finger in organs I'm shorting the slots The film getting gory I'm scorching the plot So sloppy the disc mad floppy Upping my weight then the wrist got stocky I feel so soft then the road got rocky My eyes sunk in and my head won't stop spinning I feel like grimace I been to the end 'fore the end of my sentence I'm blowing the check cause the next one pending I run out of breath but my life not ending