Personal trainer in training, skills range from Pilates to therapeutic strеtches to fix your hip pain
Juice and protein shakеs up to midday, then switch to something high enough proof that it could strip paint
Wink and a smile out the deli with the forty, when she paid em with a twenty from her bra, they’re like “damn shorty!”
Stragglers stand straight like a couple sharp gents, Finna drop wisdom, like maybe they’ll be her smart friends
Used to say on weekends that she bartends, it’s why she got changed in small quarters like Clark Kent
Quick walk to get a slice and my heart wrenched, seen the trackmarks she’s unconscious on the park bench
Pants half open with a belt hooked up tight, crumbs on her face from some Oscar Mayer lunch bites
She’s crackin jokes the next day that “leave this white chick in the sunlight, you f#ck my skin up worse than a gunfight”
Cash for fresh digs, but the next fix took it, ain’t nobody gettin straight with their tanktop crooked
All burnt like a matchstick, skin goin elastic, stumbled off the sidewalk, cursing at the traffic
Cops yellin “Get On Up!” they actin Chadwick, this the evil side of summers like Havoc
But moving backwards’ the first half to a backflip, record Side B, second chapter of the tracklist, like
Chorus
I see you rollin tight with a loose crew [with a loose crew
The coach kicks don’t shimmer like they used to [nah-ah
Another day and another lost rhinestone
Switched to the burner when you pawned off your iPhone
I see you rollin tight with a loose crew [with a loose crew
The coach kicks don’t shimmer like they used to [nah-ah
Another day and another lost rhinestone
Dizzy walking circles round Brooklyn you a cyclone
Cuz every time you go flyin, you draw straws, onlookers scoffin’ “don’t bother with a lost cause”
Still got some fast talkin’ with a long pause, but some of us could see right through it like storm doors
Crowd formed around you, thought you were dead till you smacked the dude waking you up upside the head [ha!
Couldn’t help but laugh, glad to see you’re still breathing, heading up the hill to Trinity church for a bite to eat
And if Your heart’s still beating then it ain’t too late for treatment, maybe cop a 9-5, avoid the pushers on the weekends
Old self inside of you wants something to believe in but these Stapleton streets ain’t no Garden of Eden
And that’s part of the reason purgatory seems pleasing, but we called for EMTs and they sending us the police!
How we gonna tell the neighborhood that having a disease is f#ckin criminal? Mandatory sentence on the minimal
Plus these cats you clownin with all day, are the same that watched Blanca drop and left her in the hallway
Steady fix cuz your dealer turned snitch pulling five times the profit since he put the other four away
And any mix of this fentanyl get you nixed, even Staten’s blue fairy ain’t make it to 26
So pour a little Henny for the metalhead, fisherman, British chick, and anyone since I might have missed
I seen Vicky, said you weren’t in touch, her skin’s clearing up but she don’t smile as much
Still she’s working on her poetry and staying off the old street, and when I walk by she’s steady enough to know it’s me
You feelin’ unlatched? That’s just a rough patch. And some of the gossipers will see you as a monster
Pray that bayside baby is the type to survive, and show it off with a 30-day chip and a sponsor, like
I see you rollin tight with a loose crew [with a loose crew
The coach kicks don’t shimmer like they used to [nah-ah
Another day and another lost rhinestone
Switched to the burner when you pawned off your iPhone
I see you rollin tight with a loose crew [with a loose crew
The coach kicks don’t shimmer like they used to [nah-ah
Another day and another lost rhinestone
Dizzy walking circles round Brooklyn you a cyclone
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