Liquor Lyles Cool July

(альбом: Seven's Travels - 2003)

Keep moving your body in my direction

Let's continue our party everybody by just clapping our hands

Can you D-I-G I-T ?

[Slug:]
Colossal, large, big as it gets, massive
I'd kill you all if I wasn't so passive
Instead I creep off to a booth and hold it solo
To study these people, you fucking filth
Working on my fifth, or maybe my sixth
Where every women represents the meaning of existence
I've no choice but to notice the one that consistently keeps me enlisted
Keeps me aware, she has no idea where my head sits
And if she did, how do you think she'd react? Maybe double up and laugh?
Maybe catch some relief? Place wagers on the theories, keep your eye on my trap
Emotions speak through me in the form of gratuity
Is this enough? Is there an underlying message?
Of course every act deserves a response
It's my place to watch the one she takes, try to guess it
If I could only prove what I really feel
Maybe just would thrust her into my zone
Last call, lights out, time to pay the bill
Again the waitress and I both drive home alone, where you goin'?

[Crescent Moon & Advizor:]
Yo Crescent Moon
What up?
You see Slug?
That fool told us to meet him up here separately. I don't see him though
Yo, yo, you see that girl over there?
Her?
Nah, nah, not the waitress, the other girl, yo
Bam! Whoo! Hell yeah!
Yo, yo, I'm gonna go over there and say what's up
You tell me if you see Slug, alright?
I'll tell you man, it's all good, it's all good
Give me a shot of Cuervo or something

You think that's bad, but that ain't all
We all [?] down thinking that's [?]