Lemon Rinds

Why did you come to stay in Hong Kong
 You don't know then, what I'm doing here
 I made it easy for her to leave me, what a guy
 Five years a show, that's that old college try
 4-20 blackbirds baked in the pie
 Cut it open, they fly out alive (If it please the king)
 In practice, avoid tryhard bammers tryna make the team
 New niggas who just wanna hang
 Pop up, whack-a-mole, I'm not in the picture frame
 Embarrassed when you seen that
 Tube of skin-lightening cream (If it please the queen)
 She came like the wench, she wore sharp rings
 First date but the picture on her easel was him, unsettling
 But he old enough to know that what you get for meddling
 Back still hurtin' but it ain't no more medicine
 That's when the demon said, "Let us in"
 Nowhere to hide, start Jeckyllin'
 People walk 'round like weren't nev' gon' be a reckoning
 Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap
 Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags
 Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past
 Snapback
 Lemon rind to the ash, black roses in her lap
 Give him his flowers, squiggly lines coming off the bags
 Still wrapped like it's a fad, still drift off, thinking of the past
 If they laugh at the wrong time, I'm on the direct flight to South Africa
 I've been wasting time since the back of aero Acura
 The politics in space, colonialism, and Bram Stoker's Dracula
 Two doors down where Curly Castro, the aegrotat
 I've been at it, this is just fucking padded stats
 Padded stats
 Body in the morgue, the spirit loiter
 Give thanks, Lord, Yom Kippur
 Bigger Thomas at the furnace, feed the boiler
 Oily black smoke sour-sweet like spoiled meat burning
 Blackface burnish, black hearse, black curtains
 Or shadows like steeples on churches
 Louisiana Purchase in the duffel, nervous
 Conditions, he won't listen, he's riffing while I'm telling him stuff
 Nodding like I'm listening, wondering when we gon'
 Hey it's fucked up because it's true
 If they laugh at the wrong time, man, I'm going to South Africa, man
 True
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 First-class the whole way
 I don't check bags