Apostle Of Hustle Baby You're In Luck
Last night I got your letter
It weighed as much as a feather
Your words fly off the screen
Saying shit that you dont mean
Tommy two-cocks, not far from the shore
Will it be all right if I sleep on the floor?
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Sit him out on the bast
Young heart in its nest, sad song
French queen on display
Hoping she wont go away (nah nah no)
Now she's coming tword
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
It could be the drugs
Never fever enough
Baby, you're in luck
Never fever enough
