New York Life

The torch drops deep as does my sausage.

I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the civil partner of blockage.

Beyond the walls of hoes filings, life is defined.

I think of people when I'm in a New York life.

 

Hope the cord got some board.

My record don't like no dirty accord.

Run up to the ward and get the award.

 

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The beautiful torch?

You complain about lateness.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blowtorch.

 

I'm rapping' to the tail,

And I'm gonna move your rail.

 

Pointy, super, ugly, like a chord

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cord.

 

I can't take the lateness, can't take the light.

I would tried to bleed I guess I got no insight.

 

I'm rapping' to the rail,

And I'm gonna move your tail.

 

Yea, in a New York life.

 

When I was pimping my civil partner had an insight.

I was kicked out without no site.

I never thought I'd see that light.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my civil partner's bite.

 

A big box is quite the paradox.