Le Baron - Fibonacci lyrics

My mind is a bubble f**ed up in this struggle On this hustle Huddle on the goal line Find your own Gold bottle, bottle rocket Swiss model. pocket, watch it Gun in the vest pocket, houston rockets Olajuwon At the barbizon vernissage Black cab in the rain In the dark bar, a pub in kensington Your face I meant, was lovely in the dark Spark a blunt in the park, strolling like a dandy While the guns go off in brighton Frightened of the lightning I warned ya about california At the vanity fair party at the sunset tower after hours b**hes glower like a dead flower Tux power, run foul on Rogaine and gold manes Blow back from your bad name Stomach pain from the lo mein Saddam hussein on c**aine in the rain by the ballroom I called your name in the empty room Gepeto on the instrumental Librettos and stilettos b**h you gone mental, look me up on google maps In the trap like a tourist on sunset f**ed up on xanex I will put you down But Not yet This frog is not a prince And this gun is not a mink Whatever you might think