Waking up to excess riot
In twilight night express climate
With thoughts about Hyatt
One thing leads to another diet
And with money you prance and play
Life squandered sweet youth
Gone in a day
Oxygod with the blade to your tooth
Sweet ride to midnight no clue
Another movie made, Big man rots
Fat officer eating pancakes today
Syrup on his sausage finger ways
Stars at night taste sweet when free
But now it’s patrolling penetentary
Treats on arm memories
It must have felt so sweet
That smell of success has her tweeting for supreme memes
Lambo on deck now on your knees
Victorville you climb out like please
Telling groups your fear, wolves tease
A diagram prepared by systematic deals
For the packs of the discarded to squeal
You never just do your time it feels
On the low ghost films with out reels
Crime rhymes with high climbs
Just how good does it feel? Did it feel?
Pipe dream schemes trailed by federal teams
Chariots with out angel harp strings
Oxygod in a cell with legal teams.
