Big Smoke

46 year old divorcee All she wants is crab cakes and Rombauer chardonnay I can be civil but I'm no civil engineer I don't know how this shit works, if it chirps I'm steering clear I pop out there and here, probably dip before you get a glimpse They say a lot of shit but I'm not convinced I could have some faulty hardwiring, enemies conspiring Candy Gang campaign, my family inspire me Me and B-Lentz, Duane Kuiper Mike Krukow, I'm poolside with a Lisa Kudrow 40 degrees celsius back home, but I'm cool though I dare you to find a better duo Sweat beads, I'm young, old, and sexy Everything I do is perplexing I might slide back to the states for a burrito Fat sack of endo, then back to the cathedral They try and kill the creativity They couldn't get rid of me like Jimmy G Bittersweet symphony I had to express myself, espressos with the nicotine Blunt force trauma to my chest like Zinedine Got so many mini-mes, gossiping around us get you injuries They ain't seen nothing like me in centuries I came at you sensibly, you chose your own death ostensibly I promise to do it reprehensibly