She smells like mocha foam and showbiz, i pull my own weight
Thats broken home aerobics man she pulls the wool great
Shes the shortest storm with no tip
Whores are forming blows dixie
Theres no reason to whistle while youre not working
Shes at the club cock searching
Gold hearted lost virgin
Thinks the pots not working, im not certain
I think shes into men who are into themselves
Claiming independant but theyre living off of women's wealth
I hit the shelves for records while she expells the effort
To get some help and gets some work done on her consitution
It aint prostitution, at least in her mind
To me shes just a lost illusion, yes her and her kind
They ask whats her sign i say man i think its trouble
And when shes burning lines its the worst time to kiss and cuddle
Shes mixing double shots for that hotter confidence
Swimming in a lake of dirty germs and water mocassins
Her daughters often been a part of her late night
Got sharks swimming around her babies heart and it aint right
She makes life just to make ends meet
While i sharpen my knife spin brakes sleep and eat like
Youre still breathing city girl, youre still breathing
Youre still breathing city girl, well you can take a seat and eat your heart out while its still beating
It was amuse-meant-to-get-her in the mood of a soldier
Her eyes are army green and theyre glued to my holster
Shes quick to the draw, iron sides always smoking
She keeps this blade in her bra and its always open
But im a sharpshooter, and shes a little rusty
Sick little puppy set her sights into the middle of me
Hits an ugly sound of music but i had to face it
She heated up this argument and i was asked to taste it
Had to let it cool before i bite the bullet and
Give some credit to the cook i mean she pulled it off
Like she did her mask and like she did her smile
Her futures a bittle past skipping class with her inner child
Thats broken home aerobics man she pulls the wool great
Shes the shortest storm with no tip
Whores are forming blows dixie
Theres no reason to whistle while youre not working
Shes at the club cock searching
Gold hearted lost virgin
Thinks the pots not working, im not certain
I think shes into men who are into themselves
Claiming independant but theyre living off of women's wealth
I hit the shelves for records while she expells the effort
To get some help and gets some work done on her consitution
It aint prostitution, at least in her mind
To me shes just a lost illusion, yes her and her kind
They ask whats her sign i say man i think its trouble
And when shes burning lines its the worst time to kiss and cuddle
Shes mixing double shots for that hotter confidence
Swimming in a lake of dirty germs and water mocassins
Her daughters often been a part of her late night
Got sharks swimming around her babies heart and it aint right
She makes life just to make ends meet
While i sharpen my knife spin brakes sleep and eat like
Youre still breathing city girl, youre still breathing
Youre still breathing city girl, well you can take a seat and eat your heart out while its still beating
It was amuse-meant-to-get-her in the mood of a soldier
Her eyes are army green and theyre glued to my holster
Shes quick to the draw, iron sides always smoking
She keeps this blade in her bra and its always open
But im a sharpshooter, and shes a little rusty
Sick little puppy set her sights into the middle of me
Hits an ugly sound of music but i had to face it
She heated up this argument and i was asked to taste it
Had to let it cool before i bite the bullet and
Give some credit to the cook i mean she pulled it off
Like she did her mask and like she did her smile
Her futures a bittle past skipping class with her inner child