The Prisoner

Periwinkle overcoats with hoodies on 'em

This is how we overthrow these hoes and put the boogie on 'em

Shoot my loogie on 'em

Nigga, who be on 'em?

Smoke a doobie-oobie with a floozy in the movies

And you be like "Where the heck is Suzy?" (Where the heck is she?!)

She’s sitting shotgun in the hoopty cleaning oopy-doopy off the back seat again

She’s sad we never meet again

And even though she’s leaving him

She need to get the D again

And every night I beat my meat to pornos that we’re starring in

Bitch, I'm Rastafarian, no arguin'

Rich as fuck, could drive whatever car I'm in

I fucked a ho named Car-a-men

She wore the finest gar-a-ments

My type, we drank enough to stumble out the bar again

And she puked all on my cardigan

I swore I’d never share my heart again

Cause all that’s left is fragments of a memory

Now madness is my enemy

A little bit of magic makes a tragedy

The makings of my sanity, I’m managing, I know my family mad at me

I smashed the game and picked the pieces up and hide away in London

‘Till my fucking visa's up, eating Reese cups

I’m smothered in that chocolate (Hey!)

Your bitch say I’m a prophet (Hey!)

I got her chakra’s open (Hey!)

I did it for no profit (Umm)

Don’t knock it till I try it, bitch!

And all these demons from my past appear ‘cause I invited them

‘Cause I invited them