Keep Ush Inn

[Verse 1] Yo, I scribbled all out of line when I drew up a self-portrait Ran all out of space and found me in another orbit More importantly though, he wasn't late for the interview Kissed the interviewer's hand, we weren't properly introduced They danced through topics while skimming the truth Skinny dipping in each other's optical visions nude She threw the magazine 'cause she said she knew the editor Chief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxer Honored enough, she Peter Bradley'ed with us With her Drew Blake's tucked 'cause she knew what was up I just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bank Cashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tank I think she – prolly think I'm doper than natural Said I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, rhythm and blues Funk grooves, hard to tweak shit Deep end thoughts, I walked the streets bent Contaminated speech be killin' then beat this Watch one prefix, restrict-a-remix Reach quick to keep shit Constipate release dates, R-S-D-L, dual layer edition As soon as the scene breaks, I sneak in the chicken Get 'em Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim, had to grin Nikon flashed again Right on, yo, this planet is hilarious, right, Moms? Sike, wrong, look like he drop bombs on a serious note He need a series, he's experienced folks No inquiries though, you should already know Hold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dress When she move, I move and it's just that fresh [Verse 2] Sunset's taking me places I lay awake to see Painting dreams patiently, patient, playing keys Singing off awfully, pardon me cough, coffee breath Caught me walking awkwardly arguing 'bout my art and death Marshall, what's an artist with no arteries? I often think Glad I left part of my heart carved in a leaf with ink Blink, uh, Sharpie my sheets, no debate Second guessing was guessing a second second too late I said, "Wait, can they handle the candle with no mantle?" Lightbulb over head went dull, what should he sample? Pulled Ahmad Jamal, saw a lost number on the record sleeve Talked like Charles, checked to see if she would guess it's me Caught off guard, all laughing all ecstatic Asked her "Could we do lunch?" She said, "Yeah, Gavin" – Gavin? Who the fuck's Gavin? No more laughing, phone hung up Must've been the wrong number, I don't know who that was Cuz laughed at me, buzzed bad, actually drunk, mad happy Started dialing other folks, fuck it yo, act classy Sat up straight, put a bud in a bong Even though it's 4:20, we'll be fresh before dawn Used to want Ms. Daily even though I was young Then we slept half the day as if nothing was wrong She said, "John, what the fuck are you on? You look a mess" I said, "Same shit as you, and it's just that fresh"