The Prisoner Lyrics

Periwinkle overcoats, some 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 Suzy?!)
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 [?] drive whatever car I'm in
I f*cked a ho named Car-a-men
She wore the finest garn-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 f*cking beast was up. Eating Reese's 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!

[Radio Interference]

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

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