It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt n Peppa and Heavy D up in the limousine
hangin’ pictures on my wall
and the day vomits into gravity
if I slipped a fifth of my bust into
the clouds it would zip into zero
nada, and riding on buffalos of
shag carpet and coffee table legs
breasts and beasts to beef and
down to rivers of rusted can
urine bliss would be a Triscuit
cracker smokin’ weed and bamboo
sippin’ on private stock way back
haha haha call the crib, same number
same hood