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lyrics
Got that midas touch, look for a girl with a medusa stare,
And a white Russian, got no idea what I’m doing there,
Sick of the backpacks, stand stagnant in putrid air,
It’s a rap banquet, fuck a snapback, got a suit to wear,
Only Pseudo fair, my suit’s diamond in the rough,
Pseudo care, ‘bout girls screaming diamond’s ain’t enough,
If you were there, you’d have seen me lighting up a tuft,
Of lighter fluid, I threw it down the basement of the club,
She saw me give the signal, asked the barman for the tab,
And he leaned over, so she opened his throat up with a jab,
We screamed hit the floor, let a shot fly, bodies dive,
We ducked, yelled call the cops and no one gets attacked,
Then the lead blew, red blue sirens at the window,
Heard the cops coming, so we got up on our get go,
Hit the car, speakers up, got her purse and jammed the door,
Fuck this, I’m not going to Persa anymore,
Chorus (x2)
She’s got navy-blue eyes and jet-blackened hair,
Flames in both, call her my jet-pack affair,
Makes my heart skip a beat by just standing there,
And she’s poison, not that I care, not that I care
No panic, hotel sat at the edge of the town,
Get slow back to the room, this ain’t where we’ll be found in the morning,
Motorbike on the street with her name on it, I’m hitchhiking,
Said we’d meet in Romania,
Little town that I know, up in Transylvania,
Only use the phone if it don’t endanger ya,
She knows it all, I say it though, ‘cos at her core,
I swear a little part of her wants to be caught,
She swears like Hepburn, she moves like a Batarang,
Curved and fly fast, we 2 knights, the Barrow gang,
Kalibak strength, her mind might be unbalanced man,
Battlehammer in hand, tapping out the battle plan,
We part ways, half-dazed, fucks like Xenia,
Know she’s left the parking lot ‘cos I can’t sense her,
Light a cigarette, not one second before,
Cocked gun, sped out the door before the cops come,
Chorus (x2)
Running outta down, number plates got me past the roadblock,
But now I’ve got a stolen vehicle, man if those cops,
Had had any sense, I’d be lying on the road shot,
But I’m through now, just don’t worry and don’t stop,
This is switchblade romance, a sick symphony,
So do I love her, or love chasing death, it sinks into me,
She laughs when things burns, she’s in sync with me,
Sin City, I simply crave the synchronicity,
Seems amiss to me, I hear radio reports,
Killer found dead in hotel, I take it in and pause,
Smile, even though it ain’t really how I thought,
Shit would end, the trail’s, I ain’t waiting to be caught,
Pull up at the bar where we had first met,
I should have walked right out, but it’s too tempting to flirt with death,
Fumbling with a cigar case, trying to light something,
Bar girl winks and offers me a white Russian,
New Jersey rapper links with Dublin producer for a hard-hitting, old-school LP featuring Open Mike Eagle, Hemlock Ernst, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
