Verse 1 If I could leave a message In LOVE I will address it In the hearts and the minds of the people that I reference A long glory road in the life of a troll When you have to pay the toll But man is the mold It's seen as the goal As you troll to your lamp post Hand closed Inner ear seeking out the outer fear As you veer to the store for a cold beer You hear the knickers of the bickers of the shoes From the muse who accuse then use like a tool She was fooled by the screw cause the type wasn't right In her sight in the red colored case Ace of the cards had treaty with the King so it's 21 down in the face of the Queen He numbered out his strips As the number of the fights
And the sound of pipes blow crack in your life He seen as the maker as your habit finds favor It moves through your body like suicide letters The blue in your veins seeking out red letters You cool with the breeze that circle off the trees Like a new born baby the serpent's on his knees You please with the truth like bu*terscotch biscuits You eat from the plate that was made for a king The love of your life or a millionaire's dream His team had a spot in the brown colored pot Next to the white rock The holes in the sock showed holes in his plot As he rolled with cops visions of a better day Video stream and the bu*ton press, play…