Lyrics Trick for Treat - Har Mar Superstar , Neon Neon

Society high in Lady Snow

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
She got me doing all I can
The way her dress be blowing in the wind
She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
(It's a bust)

My bitch look good so they call me Hollywood
Berate me: rebel, rebel – though I think they wish they could
Figured they got me around that collar, geeza, I wish it would
All right, all Dwight, all white, what's good?
They open man, reliving they oxygen (?)
My man Montana had me slanging through the tropics man
I told him my issues, ask how to get in issues
Sent me home with a gift, a few bricks from his igloos
And now I'm back from the future, stopping at my doorway
Cookbook from Virginia, honey let me explain
Jeezy said it was easy, jiggman the same thing
Trust this, take a sniff, take a second, taste a drip, drip

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
She got me doing all I can
The way her dress be blowing in the wind
She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
(It's a bust)

(Gold weighs so much more than this)

Back to the feature, break the sutures on your septum
Alleviate the deviated nature and we'll wreck them
Latch key kit, feel the drip, licking pussy lips
Bitches all around me wiggling hips
Feel the chop, time just stops
Roll another tuna baby, suck that shit up
Bag of skull and crushed up bones
But the bathroom line is just too long
Girly walk with me so we can feed the greed
Lurking in the alley, see the lead
One hand, one kitty, other feeling on me
I'm gonna stick it in the chickenhead cause shit ain't free

And I'm, waiting for my man
Secret shake, wait, exchange hands
So leave? DeLorean baby, unless unhighly I'm right
And ease me my, puts in the Benjamin Franks (?)
They going deep through trenches, blasting Charlie's April bitches (?)
Also stop and keep them waiting picture (?)
Imma miss these niggas, jeez
Several mime a gooda (?)
Hungry belly, full like Buddha
You said we was alone, who's the intruder?

She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
She got me doing all I can
The way her dress be blowing in the wind
She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
(It's a bust)

Society high in Lady Snow
Society high in caviar
Once in Belize (?)
Is poised for release