Themba Ntaka - Abra indianburns lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Cough at the ghost that came out of your mouth Park the couch and we wait for response of the gun-shy gallows Waiting turns is sharing needles But the lone child of chrome is getting peddled chromosomes And all were dancing like the smoke of incense, with trails of where we had been Figured that was our intent Slipshod like a turncoat rolling this Palma Was hard to leave cause women in tights they entice like snake charmers Those who partook fell over as corn rows from that brown fluid, that brown fluid [Rational hook] But yo, I'm a budweiser Nile away from doing a f**ing c**aine trial, sup I'm a budweiser Nile away from doing a f**ing c**aine trial, abra indianburns