(Left side) Picture yourself just of nuclear fission With library cards and a metaphor skies (ha ha ha ha). Somebody quotes you, you read from a source
drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful
A hand, reaching out in total darkness. Touching soft, smooth skin. Fingers absent of stress, small, thin, but lively and warm. Palm the faintest damp
noise hypnotic and tribal brass buttons and knobs, melting together, as taut cat whiskers pulse. an angry snake, devours its mouse a la mode tail shaking
you can be livin' it up Shit I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold
be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them
tried to get a cutie, to ride my jock Me and Ma$e, Suburban blastin Cold Dom P, smilin, laughin Freaks all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy
package Go-go boots from the stage to the cage California wild fire, hot in a rage Check her Facebook page, video upload My number one hina, so damn throw, so damn cold Candy
i wish a nigga would, go and say i never rep my city, my city Red Cafe non stop hustle non stop grind i generate dough seperatin coke lines from a cold
y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or better, candy
a cold spell I'm cold but it ain't because of the weather I shoulda brought a sweater everytime I rap I get better I'm stackin my cheddar my car got candy
corners on em, man) Cand-Candy coated, Bendin Corners, Fif-Fifth wheelin' Cand-Candy coated, Bendin Corners, Fif-Fifth wheelin Cand-Candy coated, Bendin
this place is weird (man this place is weird) Gosh I'm really scared! the fossits were pricefestered scorched my contact lens hot set cold and the cold
bed and her head is Pez Best believe that I'm wearing the dress Panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop Getting head in the candy
and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted car on swang
feet, I'm cold, I'm cold New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll I'm comin' down in a candy
skin if you care I sit in the corner of the room Cross legged and quiet, filled with doom I never ever liked the smell in here It's cold and wet and
