Paradise City

(album: Written Thursday - 2011)

Take me down to the paradise city
Where we all smoke green and the girls are pretty
Even with no make-up on
Take me back to the time and the place
Where the music still rocked and the people weren't fake
And won't you please let me OHHH, yeah a yeah a

Put in the time cuz' it's worth it
Back against the wall, playing suey tennis balls can't murk em'
We steve urkel, we keep working
On what matters to the family, TGIF certain
Hurting but I'm never dropping the ball
Opposite of Ed Reed but he's stopping em all
I deliver the goods I keep dropping em off
Ain't been paid, still never taking a loss
Bob frost with the travels my roads stay dirty
Even if I whispher I know you still heard me
Truth resonates my words are watergate
Put that shit on tape woodward and bernstein
Burned em with his own words against em'
Think before I speak turgid defenseman
Lurid with your words and its patently absurd
Hand up your ass your puppeteer's Jim Henson
I might be a grouch but I ain't no slouch
7 foot with a straight back fuck yo' couch
Rick james, spit flames, crazy like Brit-nay
I'm tryna keep my lid on lucas can't get me

Get a lump in my throat when I think of what could be
More specifically it's really what should be
Exude confidence, elude arrogance
Venn diagram's dead no comparisons
So jaded, but amazing like aerosmith
My sweet emotions telling me to get a therapist
Already got one, her name is hip-hop
And I'ma love that bitch till' my heart stops
Hitchcock mystery, I'm tryna make some history
I want my kids to have a world that doesn't love misery
Already got the company it's black pais all day
My fanbase drives me, you are why I'm on pace
Raise the bar, so high that it is humbling
I never liked limbo, reminded me of gumby
I'm dodging all the blockheads poking at my options
The song ain't even done but I"m thinking how to top this