nite jewel – what did he say

A down beat and a clap is all i need to beat the rap, my knuckle’s pop and snap by the crooked clap but like the change I stack there is a shine to crooked smile and sly laugh, a beat so fat you would think she squashed it flat for the inch worm to inch past, the lo-fi nice try slow disco pop, a bubble of an idea rises to the top, without warning stopped, dead in it’s tracks without the fancy lights or call to the cops.



Powered by Facebook Comments