(People singing) Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha Bha ba da da da bhum bha bha (repeat 2X) (Slim Kid Tre') You see the moon has a way with young idle minds And idle time is the playground Where old professions lay down Like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind Gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes They tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust And enjoy, for you fly boys to look and not touch It ain't much but bet your dollars Cause they holler Without saying a thang And she ain't saying no names And I'm fond of an intent Rock hard and she was skin flint Working on a flame It seemed like every move she made was some good a** game I had to keep my focus tame Cause it's a doggone shame To see them endless And friendless Will us when the pride feels great Cognac watered down to its last tender state And emerald bu*terfly disappears from the skies It seems the moon can't fight the sunrise [Chorus] Feeling high, on the emerald bu*terfly (repeat 4X) (Slim Kid Tre') I was the mack of all times blowing their minds In a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line They would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing On my crusading others would be out wading In the water (water), more enticing than the farmer's daughter As the imagination makes you wetter than her order Though sweated her so tough , so rough out here See you can't jump into the picture unless you chose to lose an ear More nocturnal than the night itself the mystery's clear Smears of venom all up on your denim smooth as cashmere Steer in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness Abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper) The grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away Now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter... [Chorus] (X2)