Spiceland

I'm dreaming in cyan when the kids pass by She's squeezing on her man just to keep him alive I know that I want to swim in her coast But she don't know that I will fill her up the most But I read it, I studied, I know I'm a scholar for real With patience and paper you notice the feel What's the deal? Gimme some slack to this lack of understanding The character of your ways weighs way way on your mans and dem I'm clubbing, I'm creeping every night In the darkness I'm swinging, I'm drunk on a flight I don't know where to find it, I need a tunnel to hide But she wakes up when I go to sleep on my pride Then I remember that Sam Dan was mad to the core He didn't have any allegiance to the family no more His horses stopped running and his bills overdue So welded the toll bridge that runs under you I came in like a hitman, the man the myth the legend I got here first and you all took a second She didn't delay with her karma you know I'm not a rapper so don't critique my flow Awake in the night to lost twilighted schemes Legacy offered through LSD dreams She woke up, she lit a candle for me I took a sip of my cardamom and black tea I was "stoked" like the bros say that she was so rosy to dose me I slipped in and out being cozy I willingly loved and had compassion for both I was a green human machine that took a lifelong oath They said they comin for me, I ain't scared, I didn't do it They stepped on my tail, and they know I'd been through it Threw my coat on the floor with unmitigated laughter This woman embodies that kindness defining what I've been after She will never dunk on me or have multiple faces She never has constrained on my hightop laces When they're walking the street from Front and Girard To pushing on the pedal of my flying car (ha) I'm in the studio waiting for you but the call isn't coming If the beat that I produced does not contain my drumming I'm in the spice rack when I cook on the score And when I'm working on my music you won't see me no more