Epilogue

[Verse 1: Jwles]
Walk to Allende, get myself a ten of hash
Execute the transaction, stash it in the Gucci satchel
Avoid police action, pass by the foyer
Cop a couple of loosies, get home and get woozy
Mouth is a desert, down a Volvic Juicy
No, it’s not any hazard, the world really did choose me
Think I’m controllin’ the high, 5-0 patrollin’ outside
Ride on Old Sea Lane, drive right by the 5
From Grasse to Saint-Denis, might fly back to NY
Reachin’ purusha, waitin’ on a diploma
Get my mind out the coma, Ironmannin’ to Kona
Yo, it’s LTR, Los Thuggish-n-Refined
The next to shine, sittin’ next to Sean
Textin’ Shawn, they all wanna bond
Yo, it’s LTR, Los Thuggish-n-Refined (x2)