Inside Out

Ruffling feathers tonight One duffel bag empty as a fight Between the undercards I’m in the truck eating wonderbars Windows tinted from the inside out Hope we don’t stand out from the other cars But everybody’s got business to mind, move on down the line It’s a dine and dash world don’t you find The sick man mutilates and gets met with eyes blind And Robert Jones does time I’m not gonna resign It’s mine for the taking, staking out Mace in hand I’m here to win man, pony-trekking like Finland Fork in the road less travelled Tin man courage to 11, and I work hard Report card: 7 seas like Sinbad That won’t touch us, the ink’s no duchess As much as we scrutinize luscious luxury Cosmetics, blush I foresee 5 g’s in my clutches, so f*ck it Inside out foundation Won’t take much for this to fall apart Inside out foundation Won’t take much Back out, and book it to the tune of 65 in a 50 zone Slow enough to trick a drone, swiftly roam through residential homes Like the ice cream man, an ice cream van that's High on change and low on cones Fun time having, front seat navigator satnavving Pinpoint mapping, location is everything, Tom Glavine No stress no sweat nobody to catch us out We’re not there yet, but I can see it now Chicken chow mein sizzling, Champagne drizzling Shit’s finna pop off, got soda pop fizzling, and we don’t stop chiseling Sports bra dangling, soft spot tickling Goosebumps tingling Guzzling, guzzling, dizzying, dizzying 3 am sleeptalking to an officer It was not me, go away, please, I freeze Cause these suitcases of cheese Can’t be explained or retained, so down the drain, though I do it in vain I’m sane, I’m sane, I’m innocent And this evidence is just incidental I’ll show strange mercy, like St. Vincent And dance myself clean like James Murphy And pay dividends, any denomination, what you want? Tontons you can live in, ten tents yeah I’m pitching them Inside out foundation Won’t take much for this to fall apart Inside out foundation Won’t take much