could you be what you seem
swing down from your throne and bow down to yo queen
the good ones you fuck between - getting hard to see em
i'm in need of your light
could you be my hot beam?
i ain't quite what i seem
in this city couple times a year
i don't move keys but i got room keys
all the salty women livin on the sour
all the sweet ones end up chiefin on my dab of smoke
only evening that's in question
we was laid up at the wesson
keep some candles that be scented until it does
fuck you think the towels for?
fuck you think the towels for?
fuck you think the towels for?
gotta dampen the sound yea