The Prisoner

[Verse 1: Captain Murphy]
Periwinkle overcoats with hoodies on 'em
This is how we overthrow these hoes and put the boogie on 'em
Shoot my loogie on 'em
Nigga, who be on 'em?
Smoke a doobie-oobie with a floozy in the movies
And you be like "Where the heck is Suzy?" (Where the heck is she?!)
She’s sitting shotgun in the hoopty cleaning oopy-doopy off the back seat again
She’s sad we never meet again
And even though she’s leaving him
She need to get the D again
And every night I beat my meat to pornos that we’re starring in
Bitch, I'm Rastafarian, no arguin'
Rich as fuck, could drive whatever car I'm in
I fucked a ho named Car-a-men
She wore the finest gar-a-ments
My type, we drank enough to stumble out the bar again
And she puked all on my cardigan
I swore I’d never share my heart again
Cause all that’s left is fragments of a memory
Now madness is my enemy
A little bit of magic makes a tragedy
The makings of my sanity, I’m managing, I know my family mad at me
I smashed the game and picked the pieces up and hide away in London
‘Till my fucking visa's up, binge-eatin' Reese cups
I’m smothered in that chocolate (Hey!)
Your bitch say I’m a prophet (Hey!)
I got her chakra’s open (Hey!)
I did it for no profit (Umm)
Don’t knock it till I try it, bitch!

(Radio Interference)

And all these demons from my past appear ‘cause I invited them
‘Cause I invited them