Apollo the Shaded - Plain Sight

Ooh baby, you do too much
Spending them beaucoup bucks
When in them denims
I just wanna get up in 'em
Swim all up in 'em
Lick the venom, dig it, grip the linens
Slipping, slipping
Woah, I'm slipping through
Gitten bitten
Quick like tipping brew
Sitcking, sticking
Stuck right onto you
Getting sick from written songs of, who?
Rock the boat
We shift from bronze to blue
Lock and load
I plan to rock the room
Any room I am in, I brought the boom
Anyhoos, I am him
The Bruised-up Bandit
Soon I'll let loose like fools is dancing
Slick as chicks sleuth
And smooth as romancing
Like making pussy sing
Throws a gold touch
E'en though the cookie brings a...
A smile a mile wide
Could take a gentle man
And turn him wild-eyed
Feet in the sand
This kinda thing just wasn't the plan
A blank page suit me better
Than a gun in the hand

From what I'm told
It pays to fake face
It pays to take haste
It pays to sell out your own
But from what I'm seeing
It pays play the part
It pays to wear the mask
It pays to protect your own self
'Less you're trynna play your own self
Whoop your own ass with your own belt
Hit the streets for crack rock on whole sale
From the strip to back lots of motels
You got a bump?
You got a hand to offer up?
A buck to lend, a hug, a pasta cup?
Ooh, wow! Yo this fruit too futile, yuck!
It's too fowl
Could ya trade for hooch or boof, pal?
Got any goose or juice, pal?
No loose leaf for dragging the mood out?
I need a hit
I'm fiending to get a Li'l some
A li'l fix to feel some
A li'l sniff to feel some
A li'l bit could heal but
A lot could do the trick to forget it all
Or just enough to do the trick that ends it all
A li'l liq' to feel a li'l some
A li'l twist to feel a li'l some
A li'l shorty to sit with, get lit with
And smoke up a li'l some
Until we feel a lil some

Written by:
Spencer Zorn

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