I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world
now you got me day dreaming sleeping in a curl
her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup
whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone
i used to rap like i had some marbles in my mouth
but the stones turned precious when they all came out
on a string of deep thought that could never be bought
body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop
cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor
what was left a shoestring budget on call
then these new styles came along
some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip
colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated
make you feel old and jaded
the goal was to make it and we made it but
we didn't know how to keep it
like nice kicks. that wouldn't fit
only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
store it underneath the bed and open it up
once in a blue moon
think about a cool ending
to a story that ended too soon
gotta bring back the feeling
I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
a pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
to an open heart, it's a daily operation
after six come seven and eight
access code to the pearly gates
they say heaven can wait
and you speak of fate
a finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
over the earthscape
where the wine is the spirit of grapes
gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape
as our records will stay on rotate