high rise in newark

Let's up the ante

Hamstring cut from my runaway audacity

That make you antsy

You start ampersanding life accomplishments

Rappers is incompetent, flow is incontinent

Snare hit like a poot, slide like Ivan moves

High tide, yellows and blues, velvet muse

Views from a high rise in Newark, bloom

Spittin' like a gun muzzle

Found oneself bumfuzzled, or was it bum-rushed?

Regardless, left dumbstruck

Off the dilly-dally, on the humble-bumble

With thе woompty-woomp, it happens every day

You may havе sauce, but one must marinate

Acquiring flavor a lot more than desiring papers, learn not to hesitate

You catch the vapors and escalate

I wave see ya later and accelerate

We gone, singin'

Doo-doo-doo-doo

Back and forth, I dip it slowly

Back and forth, I dip it slowly

Back and forth, I dip it slowly

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Spirits clinging, spirits clinging

Spirits clinging to theoretical lives

Standing there, remembering peaches in the milk of paradise

They seek what's all good

Adulterated, matured, swine eaters feigning refinement

Relative pitch, color theory and scales

What is there to say?

Prospero dreams, factors of five

And habitual breakfast with new lovers

Past the street of birdcage makers and

Computer science professors forgetting their passwords

Hit bella fica

And there should always be singing after a door closes

Stripped of demureness

Smelled like vanilla beans from Honduras

And spiders fly by riding electromagnetic pulses

Without wings and big bellies

So I don't think I'll be watching Dancing with the Stars this evening

I'll probably be busy watching the stars this evening

Spirits clinging, spirits clinging

Spirits clinging to theoretical lives