Текст Flying Lotus – The Prisoner

Smoke a doobie-oobie with a floozy in the movies
And you be like «Where the heck is Suzy?» (Where the heck is she?!)
She’s sitting shotgun in the hoopty cleaning oopy-doopy off the back seat again
She’s sad we never meet again
And even though she’s leaving him
She need to get the D again
And every night I beat my meat to pornos that we’re starring in
Bitch, I’m Rastafarian, no arguin’
Rich as fuck, could drive whatever car I’m in
I fucked a ho named Car-a-men
She wore the finest gar-a-ments
My type, we drank enough to stumble out the bar again
And she puked all on my cardigan
I swore I’d never share my heart again
Cause all that’s left is fragments of a memory
Now madness is my enemy
A little bit of magic makes a tragedy
The makings of my sanity, I’m managing, I know my family mad at me
I smashed the game and picked the pieces up and hide away in London
‘Till my fucking visa’s up, eating Reese cups
I’m smothered in that chocolate (Hey!)
Your bitch say I’m a prophet (Hey!)
I got her chakra’s open (Hey!)
I did it for no profit (Umm)
Don’t knock it till I try it, bitch!

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