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Pleasure Island

 

Pleasure Island

(album: Panic Force - 2020)


Cha-ching

She like just the tip, but her neck an anaconda
Tryna save my chips and put some sea life in a condo
Fuck all these muppets look like Ariana gonzo
Dip her in that ponzu, Japanese alphonzo
Come in looking casual, that puddi bitch is mackerel
Check the vest it's tactical, chopper gunner nationals
Fuck what you say, bitch we don't fuck with lames
I'll pull up with my dogs and we'll hakken on your grave
And all of these geeks with they fortune and fame
Cos its gone in a second, stay lost in my ways
There's a sad satisfaction to balancing pain
Tryna hold up my image but everything hazy, oh
She been losing conscious while she sucking on my face
And I been feeling under when those drugs are out my veins
It's like I'm heading for some cover but that covers in the rain
I been sipping nummers I can tell you how they taste, oh

Crave me, oh won't you crave me
Blame me, no don't you blame me
Leave me, my creation, my creation
Leave no time for my reputation, it's just reputation

A visionary salute, that M.H Phenomenon
We only live INXS, like body parts at Autobahn
All white chariot, steer it to the Marriot
1990 NSX, gallops like a stallion
Honey by the chariot, Moncler from Harriet
Shorty likes to carry, she love Charlie, she might marry it
Always out of pocket, never keep a docket
It's like you never left, cos I keep you in my locket
I hunt em like a renegade, take you to a better place
High school sweetheart, blow it through the cellophane
Open up like suicides, water bed is sterilised
Janis Joplin lookalikes, body smoking appetite
Photos by the drop top, cutie in a crop top
1980s Bon Scott, shawty like to talk a lot
Chop chop, cop shop, get got, damn
Want not, waste not, red hot, head shot

Crave me, oh won't you crave me
Blame me, no don't you blame me
Leave me, to my creation, my creation
Leave no time for my reputation, it's just reputation

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