Lil Hucch Nayyi - Ambulance

The cold wind cuts
Like the paper he rolls
And the smokes on the road
It's so empty and cold
But the rumble stays between
The engine and his screen
From the girl who would be seen
Every time he'd put a scene

The whine in his ears
Damn the rust in his gears
And the faults in the steering
Stupid handles weren't clearing
The test from the mechanic
Like his tests under the static
Lights of the doctor's clinic
Pissing never felt so acidic

Acid reflux, doc said
"Why's it feel like I'm dead?"
You don't dial 112 for WebMD
Now we're here and road is all I see
Siren broken, irony withstanding
Fixing people but no profits landing
Might as well hit 90, love the way it feels
Human speed bumps can't crack this windshield

Crack, went the wings that he ate
That's his price when she asks for a date
No amount of wings could make him stay
He preferred to fly the herbal way
Whining getting louder
That might be a problem
Better check the garage for some parts
Who knows where the breakage starts

Radio is broken too, it seems
Vapid serenades and housewife dreams
Should've called the wife before my shift
Now my dinner's going to get a lift
Not unlike the moaning guy in the back
"Joints are aching, thought I heard a crack"
Hit him with the poppy, soon he'll know
Where the crack is and where joints should go

Joint in his mouth, begging to be lit
He can keep going, just needs one more hit
Coming down from Cloud 9 isn't his mood
Wings have worn off and he's craving real food
Whining is unbearable like girls who won't stop texting
He should just get one score then move on to the next thing
Tires screeching, whining reaching
Levels making eyes blurred
Broken sirens mark the final
Sound that he ever heard

Written by:
Inesh Krishnamurthy

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