So who do you see when you see me is it really me that you see when you see me? X3
Now you be mortified, if you saw me with a 45 you’d have to run and hide or do the suicide or just abide to the demands I’m asking. Before I start blasting harassing out your mental double barrel to the temple. No words like instrumentals, hush and I be gentle, I bet your tryna figure out the thoughts in my mental. Your thinking has he got it, I mean the balls to cock pull the trigger blow your head into the orbit like a rock it. So As I cock it, you drop to 1 knee, release the safety, you drop again so don’t be hasty, or 2 needy. Now in your final mins, Will you repent your sins, or stay hell bent on your wins with cocky grins. Am I the personality to switch reality, Gemini jeopardy, place your bets and then we’ll see, 2 out the chamber release hitting you or me?
Would I Leave you shocked, if you saw me popping the Cîroc in my other hand a Jack Dan straight off the rocks, drop-in pennies on Henni, strictly top tier selection, full throttle, like joy riding on suspension, licence terminated, fully dehydrated and haggard as i stagger to queens med my head fully bladder getting madder, as my inhibitions leave my soul, no holding my tongue thoughts explode. Unloading home truths, car I don’t give a Kcuf. But I’ll still reverse the curse so I can keep it off mute. Would your shock increase, if you saw me throwing up puke, middle finger salute telling everybody just move, urinating in public wetting up the lamp posts, then post it on insta so you can witness it folks. Chocking on my on vomit spaced out like a commit, but I thank my lucky stars that my life is far from it.
Would you stop and stare if you saw me puffing a zoot, or holding my vein looking for a needle to shot or setting sail on the Satan ship, the devils lust, I mean that fallen angles dust loving the head rush. Getting lean of the lean, a feen for mixing codeine, hard candy in a soda stream. Purple dranking skanking like a zombie, but I’m thanking my lucky stars that life is far from me.
Frisco Boogie formally known as 1 half of the Notts duo Lost Island the Nottingham veteran has been releasing music since
1993 from solo projects to Lost Island (Son records) to collaborating with producer Chat One on the 2018 'The Internal Masquerade LP. and following it up with consistent self produced projects. "I really enjoy the process of writing and recording its like therapy" Frisco Boogie...more