Patra Armand Hammer

[Verse 1: Elucid]
Ratchet pussy cum laude landing me in in the county
Knee deep, ooh that body pumping hottie, yeah you got it
Highly favored my behavior-type erratic panic
We don’t seem to notice posers' semi-frozen gap-tooth grin
Hold it open, rivers parted Bowery to Harlem close my eye
Purle, pink, and orange, arch back, harlot talk sore knees
Marble floor Madonna whore, I’m reborn
Fresh to swallow salt and warm the old hair linen
Scent of coco mango Abyssinian
Soft focus off them cop the halo shining brilliant
Neon hue saturated complementary angles
Two-hundred roses on the bureau, tens, fives and singles
Lightly powdered mirrors and coquettish lingo
Social lubricant maneuvering, rings around the pearl leaf
No allusion, punani pugilist, sticky fluids pooling
She finds it humorous, our union intense, cooling off the clock
Nude save for socks, deluding myself, foolish matters of the heart
Bruised, battered, and scarred, in arms reach palms grease
Link with prepaid bond, Indian ink, stick-n-poke psalms
Solomon’s song

[Chorus: Elucid]
What I’ve been waiting for
What I’ve been waiting for
What I’ve been waiting for
What I’ve been waiting for