Aye, you got a fine face, also a dime in your behind
Please can I find some time space to find base
Kinds of rhymes to describe how you’re designed great?
And maybe remove the mind free
Like it’s overhead cranes at the train yard
That Tom Cruise used in the War of the World's
Before the aliens came part
Remember that? Oh, not a fan of the sci-fi?
Like dial-up’s not a fan of the wi-fi?
I’m in your eyes like little reflective little pools of tie-dye
And it’s 1972 and I’m some long-haired high guy
Driving a Volkswagen Beetle off into the California twilight
Are you the guy type? Cause I’m a guy right
But if you’re gay, that’s straight too
Hey, I don’t hate, I got a couple of friends who went bi twice
Did that arrive right?
Do you like whole stories or just the highlights?
Cause I'd like to write your life story on the sky
Made of Lite Brights, remember those?
10 years old, let me guess your age
You were ten, ten years ago?
Am I right, who you calling?
Maybe New Orleans
Where your Mother lives with your brother's kids
Because he locked up cause
Of what some other motherfukker did
Love to fib or the Fibonacci sequence?
Do you flicker like Liberace sequins?
Or maybe twinkle like little stars?
And tingle like little scars?
I run a wrinkle with you like a car hood
In a crash test and b-box while we rewatch
Saul Williams doin a slam set
Then wrap like saran over the pan
To keep the yams fresh, sweet
And he just does it so effortlessly