Life's Work - Specifics

It’s a hot one

I gnosh gum squinted in the sun even in the

Tinted prismtop flippin songs on the system

Minute long cuts clip along vintage

Mix lost tapes list wish it plays long listen…

We wait, honk, hit it, and take off quick

I relate hot spit i created in a meditative

State for the clique while the weekday

Percolate again and rain marinate

Hoody hair ingrate and pool by the gate

Fuel make a rainbow my next twenty looks

Just like the one that i spent we check

Hockey pools on the bluetooth internet

On the futile trek for a dep who chops

Baby ruth, i got words from new yiddy

Words from t dot, extra hot words from

Lonely city and one fifty proof pop

We figure out how to make party by committee

Again, so let me bust out the sequel right

Quickly

Its a whole lot of trees down it saturday night

A warm breeze rollin past so pass the black light

And flash a tight skirt

Smash the ice glass with sprite

Yo to relax and write, my life’s work

Its a hot one, pop open the locks in drop tops

And rollin the window to bottom position in flip flops

And socks, ignition switch turn like a clock tick

And the wind blow over my fist gripping the shift box

Indo, brought the fridge wobbly pops and double fist

Risk trouble with the policy cops, lets swap spots kid

I can navigate in the ride, while the princess in the back

Baptizing the dry incense, consensus, lets commence to

Hang out, shall we

Gangs in the heated out valley

Crooked in the club when the chorus come it is sung hoarsely

Tongues that wanna touch mad pussy

Tuck em boy analyze the drum noise

Dj spun run followed by run with jadakiss, gully choice