the turning point

swab the deck

indian ocean

ibuprofen

pots are broken the safe's pried open

i boasted while the duck got roasted

and posted

my jacket was poached

i provoked it

fifth on the hip bone

flip a hippo

then hit the bistro

wrist glow like

disco lights

morris day

michael knight

i'm wearing fahrenheit

a rare knight

bite the pear when it's ripe

the old banana in the tail pipe

the fishscale's white

the hammer's held tight

the impolite

is sniped and thrown out in the turnpike

uh

burn a joint

i'm at my turning point

tryna earn points

the herb we burnt was turquoise

maneuver the leg

black lens

metal medusa head

le coq sportif

leather rooster egg

triple beam balance between fabric

established

fucking on a king size mattress

good with the iron

i'm a blacksmith

weak tactics

resort to pay street taxes

armani scents at the barber with pimps

a french peppermint

85 percent's mescaline

i went to sketch the next testament

the nectar was sipped

i slipped dick in a specimen

blocks is desolate

we still hustle though

move weight

it's conducive to muscle growth

double the gross

fuck a humble approach

in coach

light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope

colorful coats

cope

the gold spirit was evoked

i can feel it gettin' close

you hear that? what's that?