Fall Back ​billy woods

[Intro]
Might be a bit unorthodox, but just let me cook, man
I'm just gonna stir everything up, y'know?
Get me 'round the stove
All types of shit could happen, man

[Verse 1]
French toast, brioche bread
Thick cut bacon, fluffy eggs
No, my client will not be naked for the magazine spread
But remains open to other cockamamie notions
And forms of co-opting
Group was McLaughlin
Had the co-op hopping like Mao
At the Co-Op, Stringer Bell
Moving fast, Benny Hill
Fell in love, fucked, grew apart, broke up
And it’s only Thursday
And it’s only Thursday
Thirsty in the worst way
She dismounted with a curtsy
Stuck the landing, gold medals jangling
I’m feeling like Jane Fonda’s cannon
Luckily cannabis his constant companion
Crisp as the skin on that Wu-Tang salmon
Grudgingly put his name in the fuckin’ canon!