(Serengeti)
Desert wizard lizard and dragon tussle
Whole forest burned down and ruined the town's truffles
Except for the outer round mounds, everything else is brown
Hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can't fuck with the sounds
Crew back giant-ass, large, looking slick as the barge
Old-ass mustache cars, we ran those bars
Yeah.
We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too
She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes
Porn and your mom's lube, rewind to the right new
Might have a hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits
Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me?
I know where I left off, she had the plaid top
"You bout to black out, you need to get out"
"We too tall to fit in this small house"
Neck all stressed down, hanging-ass red face
That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch
Step over the mesh gate, into the real house
Shit.
Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere
Looking like crow too, magical star shapes
Sticky like model cap, (?) silk capes
Venomous black crepes, venomous glass snakes
Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate
Florida daze date, they had the best bass
Landy make you a steak, even dig you a lake
This is you stereo, it'll keep you awake
You bout to black out
Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition
Queen didn't have vision, didn't he âshitâ mention
Dragons were coming soon, should've made harpoons,
instead of ornate brooms, bought the museum safe,
look where we at now, pillage the village hounds,
benzos gone man, we bout to black out,
stepping into a room, popcorn-sealed fume,
expensive like (?), giant-ass mouth clones,
arrogant all pose, soak-in-the-soap clothes,
standing in old clothes, giant-ass mouth ship,
cut to the cockpit, focus and close mouth,
we bout to black out
We are too tall, to fit in a dog house
What a melodic thing
Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream
Entirely in a dream, we are Hall & Oates
Avis' car quotes, saddened and bounded
Why weren't we grounded?
I was at Wimbleton, close to Ontario
Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade
Smell like your cousin's age, back before Sissy Rage
Little man, long legs
Samsara horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes
Walking with brown face, look at the new apes
We're about to smash graves
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