Portobello Road

Woke up from a dream
Only smoking the good things
So I told her
I don't fuck with strings

Fireball Vanilla Coke
Blowing Swisher smoke
MTV shot another episode
The House of Wilton's Earl Pembroke
Summer winds the stillness broke
Such familiar sceneries
The smell of gun-smoke
Spit flows that invented skid row (Ay)
Tiptoe when you enter in the zip code (Yeah)
Bow down Arch-Angels in your abode (Yeah)
Got a mistress in mind (Ay)
In climes beyond the solar drone (Yo)
Hidden in the Flats I'm on Portobello Road

Woke up from a dream
Only smoking the good things
So I told her
I don't fuck with strings



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Naidow
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