bastard

Since I had the polo with the big pony, they've been pony
Shh, all the best things got built up slowly
All the worst things crash and burn and last five minutes, and die with a moment
Straight road when I roam through Roman
Hard-headed but I'm still soft-spoken
She's waiting for her nails to dry and it's making us late, that's why she's moody
I came in a vest and slacks, they're pulling out suits and now they wanna sue me
She drunk too much wine, said she wanna go home, she's feeling woozy
And she's getting all flirty, dirty dancing, Patrick Swayze
The game ain't based on sympathy, so I had to go find me a loophole
How can I jump on a mic, do monotone?
Now my left wrist doing up two-tone
Every day, I've done missions
You can't blame me when I want to free roam (Yeah)
Now it's just peppercorn sauce with a t-bone
Hm, now it's all there, it's all proper
You know we used to push rocks
Now I'm rock Nocta tracksuits into Roka
Goblin giving me brain, got a skull in my hand, I'm not the witchdoctor
Don't die for your pride and posture
You know my team ain't regular
It's a Fergie, Prime United, big shooters
I got the nicest roster
Still uptown doing nicest lobster, but I don't need no abomination
Get paper, coz I've got a lot of patience
Got Zodiac ting all doing my Swede in
Talking 'bout affirmations, yeah