Sir Benni Miles Armand Hammer & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Would you gather 'round, please? Please, hurry up, thank you
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your dancin' and enjoyment
But the reason for calling you this evening is—
Good times, good times, yeah

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust
Ain't no angels hovering, ain't no savin' us
Ain't no slaving us, you gon' need a bigger boat
You gon' need a smaller ocean but here's some more rope
Barefoot in the bush burnin' dope, kush smokе out my big nose
My favorite game is "Lеt's Suppose," let's suppose
I ask the question just to see it in your face
I already know the answer never mattered
Every night, he drink and piss up the mattress
Kept turnin' it over and backwards 'til he threw it out
Laid on the box-spring like a cactus, madness
Some slowly go, some just vanish
Don't make a promise you can't keep
Don't make a keepsake out of grief
I can't promise anything, it's pills to help you sleep
It's ill but you're like krill in that cold deep
Alcohol seep out the pores like gills
Air squeeze out the ocean floor, (Yeah), Leviathan swim with open jaw