Don Johnson Big Band Retardson
Woke up one morning feeling kinda high It was me, Don Johnson and Haile Selassie Must be why folk looking at me funny They talk in a quiet tone and fall when I'm running out Of the sunny south side Mouth wide, it's about time From the north comes a loud cry Shattering cabinet walls Windows and halls Ten thousand calls with nobody listening Got the the mouth of a preacher The eyes of a criminal A powerful creature, civilized, analytical Scrutinize the terrain with each step Seek weakness and take the world by its neck I was sent from the past, came back from the future The scar of my neck the best distinguishing feature Float an inch above the sidewalk And rest at every corner I'm very very tired by the trauma
Man is a devil in a sliding door Rat pack rebel with a shovel and saw More ass trapped in benevolent war War!
