Текст песни Paul Allen's Business Card - Retch feat. Sulaiman

He saw, she saw, we saw our faces in the morning paper
I sign, you sign, who sign and still won't see no 40 acres
See, I was taught how to survive around some older players
More behavior spotted at the door when I ignore the favors
They poison free lunches and brunches of the hungry thirsty
So i'm disrespectful [when they curtsy] rock a Jordan jersey
Lord have mercy
I hope he don't curse me, strike me down with lightning
Archetype of sparking mics, we smoking from the highest heights
I'm so enticing to your wife, I think that's sort of trifling
Think you should handle that and leave me to my own devices
Darkness can be so enlightening... when you think of it
Emphasize to spark a five on it like a bengal chip
If young jawn come on that single ready to mingle tip
So skittles with smoke signals [?]
Ass might get typecasted, won't even need a script
The whip is black, the seats is mustard
The moon is full, the night is young
So I'm looking for bitches in little dresses
You know the ones that stop at the mid-thigh, I been fly
Plus I'm smoother than mixed drinks so it's nothing
One hand on top the wheel as I'm trucking
And the other got a blueberry muffin, and I'm stunting
Mr. Knievel ain't got shit on me, half a P
I toss five and I sit on three
Getting high without the brake lights, great whites
Slanging great white, fucking great white bitches
You know they ain't nice, except when they talking to me
Might be bugged, we don't talk in the V
Take it easy on the dialogue, firearm
Just so I could bare the song
Looking like a creep with my hoodie on
Follies make my woody long
Hand-woven drawers just to keep it warm
Made out of wool with the light itch, nigga