Chapter 3: Boys

Pull out bros, we don’t call her bOys Bottles, dollars, her cans are the things that pop now We get it, Yeah? I know we get it, we gone, game on, blue pills like any old buzz’ll do I can only let the song tame you for so long… I can only let the song tame you for so long… ‘til I’m hard and I gotta have it Dance on fire, we push to lines where we wonder how much can we push? Hands on top we push for hands down and under how much can we push? I marinate in my mental chemistry, she gleams in shot glasses and ripped jeans Morally, war on but culture’s king, we push fast, bulbous and bulging Dance on fire, we push to lines where we wonder. How much can we push? Hands on top we push for hands down and under. How much can we push? Crave baby, I'm anointed Cave baby, freeze I'm impatient Call of the wild miles away from home too far to walk, I don't walk; I drink, I push There is a tension, needs attention breeds a tension the intention he's persistent Hands on top we push for hands down and under. How much can we push?