My producer suggested to concentrate more on everyday life. I clipped his earrings and answered in low tonality.
“In back-office there were strange noises” says the police report and I believe it. You never know when a gangster points a gun at you until you lie on the ground in your own frantic life.
I was a dreamer once but those times are over. I run a major business in this town now. Ask anyone they'll tell you who you are dealing with.
There are no fist fights in my neighborhood. Fast, sharp knifes and blanc, white arms that throw them, stab them, penetrate the core of the planet with them. Thats me, that's my neighborhood.
You drop by any time I'll serve you some hot chocolate and cookies. Me knows these kind of things me full time niggard finally happy to serve your majesty. |
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