Rats Like Us Wear Heavenly Cologne

Please come home, Jerome
How long have you been running in the streets on your own
I'd call you if rats like us had phones
I'll be waiting by the Dollar Tree

Please come home, Jerome
If you wear the bulls I swear those fools won't leave you alone
Stick all the same blocks that you know
I'm anxious by the Dollar Tree

All the Kings crown vics and all the King's swine
Know those rivers run blue
They're not looking for you
Pippen's armor at the bottom of a riverbed, two shades of red
I can't watch the news tonight

They say you're home, Jerome
12:07 guess now heaven smells of cologne
Black cocoon glad bags for you I'm told
I'm crying by the Dollar Tree