​rawr Patricia Taxxon

[Verse 1]
Alright
I’m out, got dinner with a rockstar
No doubt, mach seven in a cop-car
Bitch now we are, nitch courtyard
Got a hundo making nickels in the boulevard
That’s where it starts
Had a whole damn year to get fucked and make art
Whole damn house to hole up and Descartes
Whole damn photograph of a new dark

[Verse 2]
Alright
I’m fresh, got minutes in the greenlight
Ba-dum tish, hot figures with a lean bite
Girls gotta fight, girl’s on sight
Got a hundo making Caramillo dynamite
Then I stop by
Had a whole damn year to hot chip and lie
Had a whole damn year to watch it all die
That’s alright, that’s alright

[Pre-Hook]
In the evening, but not too close to night-time
I can sense in between wake and sleep, there’s something
Positively gold, but stronger than corundum
Will I touch it with my own hands?
When I grow up, I’ll be touching up that stone
Like, when I grow up, I’ll admit, I’m reaching
But picture me with my own place and run it by your eyes again
Imagine I could just up and say
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