Verse 2 (Finer)

Yo
Madd Hatter
Class-Sick Records
Twenty-seventeen

I'm finer than wine shining while you recline in the moonlight
Three doors down, two dykes fight in one room over some juiced Sprite
Stay focused, fix your radio and be sure to get this tune right
Into your ear waves and clear space in your dear place
Buckle down and buck up
'Cause you 'bout to get fucked up and sideways
I'll even fuck your mind-state
'Cause tonight we do things my way
Oh, man, she's a lightweight
But I'm slicker than ice skates
Close your eyes, it's like a blind date
We fuckin' like primates
Gettin' heated caused a high raise in the climate
But that's how I define great
Hours later, I acclimate her
Eatin' her up like an alligator
Under a crafted table at a palace catered by Alice Baker
Had to ask the waiter for a plastic pager
For a drastic nature from my past behavior
Offered half the wager 'cause I don't have the paper
Still I'm lavish, major
A magic danger on the microphone
It's like a home, a nice clean home
Sweet like an ice cream cone
I'm over the weather
You're under my pleasure
That's what happens when Class-Sick Records comes together
And I'm out, ghost (whoosh)