Du Brae & Steph Something
spotless, white sheets one-ton doses
cum filled capsule coffins
the conversation has been marked as spam
the eyes, gutted novels.
cha cha cha cha cherry lips knocking on infinite walls
kissing the petrified, the faceless faces
insidious lovers bound by what they exchange
oh get off your high horse, baby
come ride the whore instead
she swears she gone spread her wings
she swears she gonna spread her wings
binge and purge desire caviar tar
no, just a hangover these streets are now clean
in the sense of gods and kings
smiling and satisfied he went to hit the rock
shit, he was out but he would miss not one beat
before he finished speaking his profanity
he changed his mask to a smiling face
a happy working man just short of a little change
between the ten-second plan
and the other five seconds spent asking the mother of two
if he could have money for food,
his kingdom of pleasure
vanished forever
never rebuilt
never remembered
