AFTERMATH (Sunday) ~ Mayor
• Written by Mayor
Mayor:
Big ben is strickin’ ten
run, guns, nuns, fun, puns
I run wit guns
fuck wit nuns
have fun wit puns
guess who won
Knight or Mayor
nightmare
no son
no winners
an’ the album just lingers
five fingers inside my girl
golden skin
she wears like bling
this is the aftermath
10 + 10, not time for math
what’s the clear path
splash splash, fat cats fallen in deep
paths to steep, countin’ sheep
thinkin’ and fuckin’ off this shit
goin’ and seein’ my lady
only time I aint shady
I’ll gladly lay down my arms
giv up the charms
silence the alarms
for her
aftermath
time I had a break
go to a lake, relax, chillax
my lines are fake
I don’t really care bout the street
it’s about who I meet
and the neat time I spend wit me girl
tongue on pearl
it’s why I care, why I’m Mayor
I’m not smacked up
just backed up
no need to fight in the night
to be clear, I do smoke
the sweet marry plant
so allow me to grant you welcome
to the land of spank
all danked up
I lay down, down, up, left, right
gaining great mental height
greatly elevated, beyond normal life
forever isn’t long enough, I feel the strife
I go puff puff, smokin’ the strong stuff
this is the end of saturday
I welcome the new day
time to sleep
fall from the land of steep
follow the sheep
aftermath
lay down your arms
bring on the charm
relax, chill out, satanic saturdays a week way
enjoy your week, freak out, you have a week
until the demons come again
play again?
