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letra de the kid is back - specifics

yo i float through cologne spray
pose for the polished gl-ss, holla back gold
gosh, i look ok
socks, fat laced kicks, boxers, bare chest and
legs, sweat trace from my red hairs to face
wet
slightly unshaven, pale navy blue eyes, a
young squire, 22, caucasians, son smiling
blood iris, lines on his shoulders where nails
dug, latest of the scars i saved up
mirror on the wall, here, i’m the flyest of all
cheers, and sayonara self, time for some malt
beers
hit the kitchen, cracked me a frigid snack
and sip like it’s the last of six packs
at midnight, rain and the mist is pristine
i’m getting frustrated tying to aim my p-ss
stream
dream a minute, cleanin my skin, i’m feeling
sixteen again, drift in the steaming liquid
she’s a vixon, gold, you old scoundrel
we did it
sheeyit – cloaked in clean towels a toast, to
cheap bubbly, lovely silk sheets, and down
fleece
dutchie brown, musk of maui
just lounging, shucks i pull out a carafe of
wine, for a nightcap or maybe halftime
crazy at times, life just lay me back ride
maybe white, maybe red, baby that’s why-

the kid is back
crawled in out of the rain
cuz i heard yall callin my name

and yo, i’m back, it sound like a hollerin
angel, i heard yall callin the name – gold

and now i’m shimmying back, sh-t, i’m
shimmerin
should i have a quick fifteen minute
skinnydip in the bath, skip it i’m dilly dallyin
dammit what type of hospitality is that
wander off pot simmerin
i’m on my way dancin backwards over
jackets and clothes flat on the floor, soaked
that we distrobed
the way she said it, yo i knew it was on
screw it let’s skip the after party duke i’m
flossin a thong, i was like yess’m
and now i smell it, her scent waft through
halls, remembrance of resin coated bong
smoke and incense, through a soft focus
lens, five senses yo i sentence them all
how my deathstroke, made hoes cross the
threshold
lookin for my lozenges, pop it and shrug
got her moniker, fuuck i forgot it, shucks
i gotta learn to listen when i’m on the p-ss
and givin pounds to dips, i’m givin pause
by the roundest hips, blouses, occupied with
how i grip that palm and get my brow knit
gotta smile just a bit, are my shoes scuffed
say it smooth, indubitably gold, introduce us
play it cool and groupies will show love, from
the club, to the pool, to the tub, to the
boudoir
to the two-hour group hug, and i still don’t
know who you are boo, but you’re droolin on
my pillow case, um

- specifics

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