[Verse 1: billy woods]
Got a call out the blue like
I just flew into the city what’s up with you?
Expectations was barely hardly so when she actually came through?
Pleasantly surprised like moms gave me the car keys
Stiff drink, back to my place, garnish the parsley
Laughed when she saw that same old room
Asked if I’d ever change for an old flame
But I could tell she’s playin’ so I sang my same old tune
No shame in her game
Told me the wedding’s in June
Gone at first light, connecting flight, she made the plane
I’m left thinking like Osama in Khartoum
Your whole neighborhood on stage, excessively mean muggin’
Still managed to sound weak coming out the speakers
Far be it from me though, cousin, I ain't James Brown neither
Found in the wild, half docile, gazelles with the finest features
Retired to the boudoir with a long-legged sativa
Fell out, road to Damascus status, I’m a believer
Had to disconnect the receiver on that solid gold telephone
Fulgencio Batista
El Jefe, Rafael Trujillo
Came through on her wedding night, groom peeping through the keyhole
Tears in his eyes
Lights off mijo, all you heard was rattling medals
She left disheveled, merrily dug his own grave whistling as he shoveled
Got a call out the blue like
I just flew into the city what’s up with you?
Expectations was barely hardly so when she actually came through?
Pleasantly surprised like moms gave me the car keys
Stiff drink, back to my place, garnish the parsley
Laughed when she saw that same old room
Asked if I’d ever change for an old flame
But I could tell she’s playin’ so I sang my same old tune
No shame in her game
Told me the wedding’s in June
Gone at first light, connecting flight, she made the plane
I’m left thinking like Osama in Khartoum
Your whole neighborhood on stage, excessively mean muggin’
Still managed to sound weak coming out the speakers
Far be it from me though, cousin, I ain't James Brown neither
Found in the wild, half docile, gazelles with the finest features
Retired to the boudoir with a long-legged sativa
Fell out, road to Damascus status, I’m a believer
Had to disconnect the receiver on that solid gold telephone
Fulgencio Batista
El Jefe, Rafael Trujillo
Came through on her wedding night, groom peeping through the keyhole
Tears in his eyes
Lights off mijo, all you heard was rattling medals
She left disheveled, merrily dug his own grave whistling as he shoveled
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