This is a song about "Coffee"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

I just wanna take you out for coffee tell you things are okay

Game over to a federals addict to coffee i must say

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Look it something they can't ever see

I got crunk off a straight black coffee