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Judge Mathis
Reidmoto: ALL

VERSE 1
Me and Tom on the couch in a Lennox haze,
Judge Mathis on the screen, just another dead day.
They flashed that number like a dare on the crawl,
“Got a beef? Call now”—so I picked up the call.

VERSE 2
I left a voicemail, made the whole thing neat,
Said Tom brought Amy through and she robbed me clean.
Watch and money gone, and he kept it discreet—
Told ’em, “Put us on the show so he can answer on TV.”

CHORUS
From Clare to Lennox to a courtroom set,
Judge Mathis on the screen while we chased that check.
Two dope fiends schemin’ in a worn-out place,
Turned a lazy afternoon into a televised case.

VERSE 3
Producer called back like, “We love your fight,
We’ll fly you to Chicago, put you up for the night.
It’s a real court of law, papers you sign are tight,
Meals paid, two hundred each when you step in the light.”

VERSE 4
They said, “Separate flights so you can’t collab,
Just tell your truth and let the judge react.”
I hung up grinnin’, lookin’ over at Tom,
Said, “We just scored a trip off a couch-bound con.”

CHORUS
From Clare to Lennox to a courtroom set,
Judge Mathis on the screen while we chased that check.
Two dope fiends schemin’ in a worn-out place,
Turned a lazy afternoon into a televised case.

VERSE 5
Then came the problem that we couldn’t ignore,
Two days out of town meant two days off-score.
Tom never woke sick, that wasn’t his style,
Said, “I’ll bring a clavo, we just gotta be wise.”

VERSE 6
He packed what he needed, kept the stash unseen,
No brag, no flair, just a quiet routine.
We planned to call each other when our planes touched down,
Meet up in one room, keep the sickness drowned.

CHORUS
From Clare to Lennox to a courtroom set,
Judge Mathis on the screen while we chased that check.
Two dope fiends schemin’ in a worn-out place,
Turned a lazy afternoon into a televised case.

VERSE 7
I landed in Chicago, checked in, made the call,
Left the hotel name and my room on his wall.
He rang back later, said, “I’m almost there,”
Then knocked on my door like a ghost from the stairs.

VERSE 8
We laughed and we high-fived, two survivors off-leash,
Locked the door behind us, set the table for relief.
Tom pulled the clavo like a quiet receipt,
And we did a fat shot just to get on our feet.

CHORUS
From Clare to Lennox to a courtroom set,
Judge Mathis on the screen while we chased that check.
Two dope fiends smilin’ in a hotel space,
Gettin’ well in the shadows for a daytime case.

VERSE 9
Next day on the set with the bright white lights,
Makeup on our faces, mics clipped tight.
Told our little story to the judge and the crowd,
Acted out a beef just to make them proud.

VERSE 10
They filmed the whole mess, then sent us on our way,
Checks in the mail for our trouble that day.
Back home later, people said, “Yo, I seen you on TV,”
Even my dad’s friend callin’ like, “That had to be you, right? That’s gotta be.”

OUTRO CHORUS
From Clare to Lennox to a courtroom set,
Judge Mathis in the middle of the life we wrecked.
Two ghosts on a screen with a borrowed face,
Just another true story from a dope fiend phase.

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