Ferocious Morning

(albüm: Under The Radar - 1998)

I was a real live wire on a very loose wig
Not a good combination in the best of times
I had no real plans, no trouble in mind
Just a real fat wallet my modus operandi

Then I woke up seating and lost
Ya know I sear that it's true
The sun was shining in my eyes
Reflecting off a gold tooth
I said oh man... it was a ferocious morning

Well I remember the money quintessential moans
Yesterday's perfume tells me I ain't alone
Then I hear that fool's bellow pounding at the door
I had my heart in my mouth when my feet hit the floor

Taste of cotton and gasoline
All down in my thirty two
No time for stopping I gotta beat the scen
I think this window will do
I said oh man... what a ferocious morning

The heat was oppressive, ninety nine in the shade
I hit the bricks running, hip-hopping away
I needed some magic so I turned into a bar
Was the misery minute down at the happy hour

My head screamed for a cough syrup cocktail
But I settled on a deep well gin
Don't recall it all... I think it was fun
But I don't wanna go there again
Oh man... what a ferocious morning