BRAT SPIT x BILLY OCEAN x VINCENT PRICE

"I wear my camo tracksuit without the attitude
walkin' through the so-called bad hood I gotta thought of food
enter: the Diner while I'm wasted like a motherfucker but it's all good
fair enough & I think to myself this about damn right it's a quarter to twelve I'm ready for the second half
here sitdown have a laugh within me sippin' on some caffeïni My first GF, I used to call her Mini:)
Just because she was 7 years young than me These days I tend to think how it can be
She ain't a friend o' me - She ride around witta former homie & I still can't see any vacancy
I keep it vague & free this external memory in the back of my mind I'll always have to look behind
if I am by any chance free, potentially; I'll get me another girl except if this can't be
that is actually the end of me which is a tendency to conclude over lattitude when I can't see
The evil, That men be - So do not offend me - The Guardians of the Galaxy? It ain't exactly charming if it fits any sorta text from me - picture perfect & da Boy Tommy"

- CROW

BRAT SPIT x BILLY OCEAN x VINCENT PRICE

Grand Mastah -CROW$WORD-