Body of Work (feat. Troi & Terrace Martin)

歌詞

Pre-Hook: Closet full of bones Just don't try to put'em back together (Try to put'em back together) And I'll just bite my tongue So wear it like a scarlet letter (Wear it like a scarlet letter) Verse 1: (I really loved you) Quiet in the court for the courtship Marriage of the dork and the gorgeous Took her from the king of the corpses He revolve jumped off the wall of the fort with the horses This is foretold Bojangles was tapping in morse code At least to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more gold From the guts of the mother, _____ should move her undercover With a $3,000 son she just want a lover And somebody else that come and try and drug her Take her off the grill, she done Pills celebrating, "we won" In the system of the women, never knew he had it in him This condition when the world that they make him become Cocaine and new high tech way smuggle whole things From the control range that make radio heads with gold brains Depart '84 Jags on gold chains Developing niggas from a whole name God is great, but it's snakes on my soul plane Pre-Hook Hook: Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me Anatomy (skin), that's just my anatomy Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me Anatomy (skin) Verse 2: (Tell me what to do) Limo to the limit, fill it till the brim get in it You can't get it, if you gotta ask In that case I want two masks Bottom class, dollar cast Poppin' tags, droppin' trash in shopping bags Till Akeem take our pocket cash (Am I beautiful?) Write it in lights, molly in the body of Christ Drop me to the lobby from heights Then over the threshold to redeem the doorway Fourteen broads like the king of Norway Fourteen broads having dreams of foreplay Fourteen arm Shiva (viva la coup!) If the government get it I'm a fool Pre-Hook Hook Verse 3: Sanskrit dance on the page of the dead book Don't leave the restroom with the left foot Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death, flesh Release the leash on a fast car Feed on the keys, fall asleep in a Jaguar The tip of thy sword is white Am I night, am I black, am I light? Have I been this? Realize my begin when I find where my end this Oedipus wrecks, motherfucker this better than sex Material potion the love of my martyr Currency soaked in the blood of my father (Will you cry for me?) Sky burial, let the wind carry you, father That I could (Live forever) An anatomy, not of me, knotting me to it, nodding me to it Eyes of the eye and others, watching me do it Adapt in each rubik Kubrick in plot and tone Lots of bones, scolds to the top of the tone Skim through it is just skin to it You're so thin you see the sin through it Pre-Hook Hook