What the Hell - Lucille Crew

What the hell did I do last night?

I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right

The lights are out and the coast is clear

Oh man, I gotta get outta here

NAHHHH!

I don’t Miss no mistress, I Stress 'bout none

Whether Sweet with big bangers

Calicos and dum dums and Mossbergs, those large words

Her larynx was Licking vocab

Now, she’s a pirate and I’m a nomad

Now I’m not mad, just pissed and all aggi

Since I best see shore

Shells get tossed like dime baggies

For Heart breaks in tragedy, and it’s:

Good Morning bitch!

Bad breath, eyes all baggie, clammed out, still crabby

Tricks turned naggie and ruin the chemistry

Oh, well, yeah!

Punani turned to enemy

And that was After she was so cock friendly

From feather bed to north ave we shoot

And shooters pull semi’s for lust and injury

Tell me!

What the hell did I do last night?

I don’t know where I am and don’t feel right

The lights are out and the coast is clear

Oh man, I gotta get outta here

And now its home coming

She fucking up my fall

Just like its last semester

So are we children of a lesser God?

Lectures with Lex Luther Vandross

And it’s P&Q's, so cutie your Hands off

In her Crack movements, G’ing her pack

Moving' on Hand off so ease those dirty paws

My metal tapes be high bias, since I’m an easy Ryder

That zig zag and pull it back after the line like typewriters

Those typewriters In the Guild

I threw on my white on white Nike Cortez

Paul Rodriguez, fitted cap over the dreads

Now I’m stepping off the bed’s edge — thinking