ProFro - "Drunk Speech"

[The Blackberry]

Poppin' champagne in some lamp shade
Fast lane, low road
Aged wine that grows old
Bad hoes don't know,
Alchemy, but know gold
Has to be, a snow globe,
In their pad to see their nose glow
That accuracy, is close tho'
Vanity, by the boat load
High life, good weed
Night time, push speed
Cooking up a hundred grams
My head aches,
******** the Advil, I need a blunt to grab
Head back up to the crib,
That's the motherland
Need a new backup place to live,
******** hustlin', I need another plan
I live in Green-mounts,
With keys out on White-locks
Mondawmin you'd catch a fade over shoes,
That's head shots; High tops
My voice can stretch into airwaves,
Sometimes I guilt trip in these lines
Shaking the text into stairways,
I build s**t with these rhymes
Slipping through life's cracks,
Needing the seams closed, to climb
Looking for lost love that the streets don't confide
If Heaven is parallel to Hell,
Then it seems so sublime
Can't provide pictures of peace but I can speak,
On many scenes to provide
I take way back to Genesis,
That's premature sentences
Hurricane Katrina on rewind,
When my rhythm hits
My bars can enslave masters
I can pretend to give a ******** like the face of actors
Niggas followin' the wrong path when they turn to bitches
That's around the same time I start burnin' bridges
How you talk s**t but still lack communication?
Wanna live fast, but always head back to all the basics
"I'm just saying you can do better"... girl get it together
You tweet enough problems for a newsletter
& you give enough neck to be a crew sweater
...yeah, & you claim that p***y is a treasure box
But you open it up, every time pleasure knocks
I'm not mad, just drunk from champagne
I use to dance - pain is now in my ashtray
Stressin' so bad you would think my hairline receded
Questions Lebron James asks: "when's the last time I could see it"
This life's a court offense that I could never repeat
But while I'm in this induced coma, I will forever release,
A stream of consciousness that will send off a piece,
Of the puzzle for the public to complete
Once it's unified, maybe they will remember the peace