Johnny Craig,
Busy Bone.
I can still feel her.
From distances and miles away.
Galaxies and dimensions and cosmic aspirations.
Are you ready?
Come on.
Oh,
she loves to make me pay.
I am expected to lead the way.
Baby, I'm on the case.
You expect me and claim my slay.
Same face and watch what you say.
You think like I watched you play.
Covered in a
night's fall.
Now the back you've ended all your jokes.
Do the words still love you?
Can you suck your bitch clean?
Can you endure this flame?
Say I have no conscience.
I'm born a farfetched game.
I say it's shallow and you
won't change.
And those words had me in the exchange.
Saw splurge and sent my tears away.
Do the words still love you?
Can you suck your bitch clean?
But when you were
the only woman that was running it,
coming here talking that *,
the money was good.
And it was good with the covenant.
The money got low when you wrote.
But the bread of it, the better your job.
So I'm broke with no loving it.
I'm floating over the flames and maintain my thuggishness.
Ready for the girl.
Steady my palms and girl in the pearl
of a man from saying it's my girl.
Well,
the time I got,
I'm gonna get it,
gotta get it.
And that's when I girl.
The word that I'll honor forever is that I love the bitch.
Excuse me,
let me dig it down and say excuse me,
miss.
Excuse me,
let me dig it down and say excuse me,
miss.
Do the words still love you?
Can you suck your bitch clean?