Cigarette ash hits the pavement,
Lifeless and caved in
Bullet wounds soaked the kitchen like the angels.
Yet I found his keys
And his closet full of dior and belt buckles of Triple B's
As I wrapped myself in polyester ....
The smell of shells and ***** fluid in the streams
I took a shower in golden marble decrees

Booyah
Aventador Lamborghini..
Booyah
******* in the middle fees
Ooyah..
Sirens getting closer
Ooyah...
The garage has trap door that leads to his beautiful park where I found my wings