I hope everybody chilling tonight. No need to get mood or be illing to fight. I'm willing to write but right now my skill is in my sight. And I'm killing what I like. Which is this beat and the chicks with the hip who are so thickening it's too deep for me to try and holler. My boner in my jeans got me a loner, it seems. So I'm sitting at the bar, wishing to the stars that she walks my way. Awesome! Can I play with my babe for about 5 minutes? Then I go away. My babe is the glass that I'm sipping on. Can't wait for her ass, let's get it on. Walk over here, say hi to me. Let me blind you. You're my fantasy, I see
Who wants' a new fantasy?
Big bedroom, fancy trees
Let's go away
And lose a day
Here we go, which soul? I present y'all with the flow that can get y'all kicked off of a football team, because I'm so rude with it. Dude, with the music, I'm way too smooth with it. Who get it? And who doesn't? Who loves it more than me? An orgy, apparently. Or a weed, speaking metaphorically to count the yay in my nose. Taking my flow to another part of town. Get em all high and they love it. A part of it now, glasted in history *glasted* ... BLASTED, like half of this shit from me. But I'm not even high, I'm breaking them down maybe it's in your nose it safe from profound noise. But I got the most down noise. And I'm chilling with my down boys. Who's the sound boy? Better call up the sound boy
Who wants a new fantasy?
Big bedroom, fancy trees
Let's go away
And lose a day
My hopelessness is my focus-ness. And I'm so focused with this. So give me a kiss. Miss, don't keep your distance. Let's be the best of friends. Next to me could be my next-of-kin. And they got a Tec to send dogs shots with. So in his pocket is something that will keep her safe from the night like chocolate. Over your mind like haze, but it's right for the cockpit. We high and flying, trying to see why these niggas is trying to reside on an island. New York is my home town and this is how it goes down. Got the most down flow found profound by those downtown waiting for my coat to get checked. Now, baby, get wet
Who wants a new fantasy?
Big bedroom, fancy trees
Let's go away
And lose a day
Who wants a new fantasy?
Big bedroom, fancy trees
Let's go away
And lose a day
New Fantasy was written by Charles Hamilton.
New Fantasy was produced by Charles Hamilton.
Charles Hamilton released New Fantasy on Fri Dec 25 2015.