Buffed Sky

Yeah, she rolls back about 4 AM until I Know that 3 AM we chat, she thinks I know jack Shit, it's been a while since I spat in This bitch Swollen warrior lips, Yeah, I roll that She's pigging on some gibs, Guess I overlook today But her eyes are still Lit and her brain is still intact She swings Solo Yeah, She likes being stayed at She's been up for Days with a strange cat She's looking for a Guy who's more laid back And not the holding Type, the rides-by-JD type But she likes my slacker Chap, the way it holds slack Lanky piece of Shit, but you don't know that Her man is 'round the corner with a chrome bat He wants To knock my head and hear my bone crack So I'll stay solo Yeah, I'll fly solo But I'll swing solo Yeah, we stay solo Who the hell is George? That's George. Yes, well, part of you, as they say