Two step tone sandwich
with a side order of fries
one embassy king
whilst I'm doing up my flies
3 pounds of bacon
for the morning of the night before
5 pounds for my journey
as I'm walking out the door
six minutes of silence
as my laces come undone
3 minutes of sweating
I'm late, I have to run
Five blocks of gut rot
as my innards begin to squeeze
memories of my evening
being crouched on my knees
a smile in my hand
and a place in my mind
sucked into a black hole
as I leave this world behind
The woman sat in front of me
is giving me the eye
I'm wearing a low cut top today
I'm sweating, but I'm fly
I flick my hair back recklessly
and notice the man behind
I overhear his walkman
it makes me wanna grind
The light is bearing nearer
as my stance it takes a cause
I throw a little smile at him
as I am walking out the doors
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