Table Salt Sins

We don't talk perspective
Only money and bling
Women, and prime ribs
Table salt sins
Who did you catch in this small pond?
I got a big fish, a1 hoe, you know

Mainstream to the bone
Hipster blood on the floor
Danish mink fur coat
Hated by the poor
Aristocrat whore
It's a metaphor
My hoe, lux like SoHo
So hoe, what you gonna do about it bro?

Romance is dead
I am getting way ahead of myself
I digress with a sense of purpose
I Don't believe in having a soul mate
I got champagne, Cohiba dreams
A woman in a blood red dress
Brunette, young Angelina Jolie

None's perfect, but I am close second
Would give half my life to hold her for a second
Still I Lie poetic, still I'm rock n roll electric
Got Sevdah in my genetics, melancholic and blue
Aggressive with the truth like Howlin' Wolf
Man in black, Johnny cash
And forever Mahala's finest



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