Buffed Sky

[Verse: Archy Marshall]
Yeah, she rolls back
About 4 a.m until I know that
3 a.m, we chat, she thinks I know jack
Shit it's been a while since I spat in this pit
Swollen worry on her lips
Yeah, I wrote that
She's pinging on some dizz
Guess I owe a lot to that
But her eyes are still in lid
And her brain is still intact
She's swings solo
Yeah
She likes to reinstate that
She's been up days with a strange pack
She's looking for a guy who's more than laid back
And not the Holden type, the ride's by J.D. Salinger
But she likes my Slazenger
The way it holds slack
Lanky piece of shit, but she don't know that
Her man is round the corner with a chrome bat
He wants to knock my head in, hear my bone crack
So I'll stay solo
Yeah, I'll fly solo
Oh, I'll swing so low
Yeah we stay so low

[Outro]
Who the hell is George?
That's George?
Yes, well, it's all in the line of duty as they say