WhitneyHoustonStan - Superman does not live in the Chocolate City, and neither does Casanova. Contrary to popular belief. lyrics

Its not mental gymnastics. But we make it out to be. I surrender to your pretest and regress with a soft weathered tone a husk of nicotine and steel reserve fuse with my cologne Thats the twilight of my sensation, thats the level of my perception. I reckon I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the decaying folk. To swindle conscious eyes, and fondle with the tender darkies with chestnut tinted lobotomy eyes.