Got home one morning maybe 10 o'clock
Grabbed a coffee, ran into my friend outside the hair salon
She said, she on her break, can she come up and roll a jay?
We'll say her name is Abby, though Abby is not her name
Ok, scan the FOB talking neighborhood goss'
Elevator to a maze, it snake around to my spot
Before the key hit the lock, she was asking me "Is that yours?"
Beside the door a navy button down balled up on the floor
Weird, I take a knee on some "I do have one like it, but no"
And pick it up slow to revеal a few other items
Abigail likе "Oh that is certainly a tweaker's pile of stuff,"
A realization that demand a weaker tea inside my cup
White noise hummin' in my ear to the wood
I hear the bath water running something is clearly afoot
Someone is clearly inside, I look at Abby like "I'm going in
Maybe you should stay here", she said "No, I'm in." Holy shit...
Be cautious... keep calm...
Sneak the door open the apartment is tossed
Everything everywhere all at once, all the faucets are on
Let's draw the room so you can better picture all that befalls
I got this loft that when you walk in the ceilings are pretty normal
Then a dozen feet later it's 20 feet of beams and mortar
I inch in far enough to peek around that first corner
No sign of life in the bathroom only debris and disorder
We baby stepping 7 feet in, where the kitchen begin
Records and books in the sink, the condition start to sink in
Another few to that rubicon where the pad opens up
To see the answer to my questions in the rafters above
There is a man with no shirt on wearing his pants around his ankles
Jungle gym-ing over both us, I mean we are talking angles
He's mumbling incoherently, there's something in his system
I'm processing but need to make decisions, ok let's go
"Hey! You need to get down right now"
Abby yelling "Get the fuck down and get out!"
He's on a different planet, drifting to a distant moon
I'm pretty sure he don't even know we are in the room
Grabbed a coffee, ran into my friend outside the hair salon
She said, she on her break, can she come up and roll a jay?
We'll say her name is Abby, though Abby is not her name
Ok, scan the FOB talking neighborhood goss'
Elevator to a maze, it snake around to my spot
Before the key hit the lock, she was asking me "Is that yours?"
Beside the door a navy button down balled up on the floor
Weird, I take a knee on some "I do have one like it, but no"
And pick it up slow to revеal a few other items
Abigail likе "Oh that is certainly a tweaker's pile of stuff,"
A realization that demand a weaker tea inside my cup
White noise hummin' in my ear to the wood
I hear the bath water running something is clearly afoot
Someone is clearly inside, I look at Abby like "I'm going in
Maybe you should stay here", she said "No, I'm in." Holy shit...
Be cautious... keep calm...
Sneak the door open the apartment is tossed
Everything everywhere all at once, all the faucets are on
Let's draw the room so you can better picture all that befalls
I got this loft that when you walk in the ceilings are pretty normal
Then a dozen feet later it's 20 feet of beams and mortar
I inch in far enough to peek around that first corner
No sign of life in the bathroom only debris and disorder
We baby stepping 7 feet in, where the kitchen begin
Records and books in the sink, the condition start to sink in
Another few to that rubicon where the pad opens up
To see the answer to my questions in the rafters above
There is a man with no shirt on wearing his pants around his ankles
Jungle gym-ing over both us, I mean we are talking angles
He's mumbling incoherently, there's something in his system
I'm processing but need to make decisions, ok let's go
"Hey! You need to get down right now"
Abby yelling "Get the fuck down and get out!"
He's on a different planet, drifting to a distant moon
I'm pretty sure he don't even know we are in the room
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