picket fence - Moodie Black

AIN’T NOBODY DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE PICKET FENCE AHHH

No influence from white skin keyboards

Laughing in the wind we on all 4 bad whores

Nothing wrong fucking with whatever moves what your money feels like facing

what you can’t fight nigga

The same plain formula with lame taste

Laced with a fake bow smile cause you famous

Malformed babies and there growing up world is now divisive like in real life

in the cut

The main plains crying at the roots means everything in public in America is

shame filled

The air feels slick and won’t wash off rich like the bitter of my elders with

the layers off

The stress goes piling from inside rattling the beans in the worn hide means we

are ending

It was up to me id smother you, fucking with your air until it feels raw

Playing with my imagery is way odd

Carry me on crosses up the mountains (inaudible)

What you want?

baby you ain’t kidding what i feel like?

We are more than sorry won’t fit matter who your friend is

Playing flutes problem is, Aretha did it better bitch sorry

I don’t see my skin inside your plastic molds

Misses tryna figure what I smell like

The problem is no one wants to talk about it…

And i dont wanna talk it about it either

But ima do mines

I’ve never held my motherfucking tongue

In fact I swallowed it and came around

I should have known like it was before

That it would turn out like arizona

And i’ve looked enough into my eyes

The worst i’ve done is criticize

I took a couple papers for the noise

When i was naked but of master poise

Tried to take us to the promised land

When i felt like a lesser man

Who barely breathed right and always broke

Because they told me i was fucking great

And i knew better that I better not

So I imagined I was intensely hot…

Im not…