country boy goes to the city
with a contact from a lady in the choir
it's a guy named Mr. Patterson
and he lives in the city where my dreams are inspired

he was cool and quick and pretty clean cut
but not so much in a wholesome way
said he'd show me the town if I drove around
and bought him some beer as pay

beer stop, Shock top, Pork chops?

anyways we drove from apartment to apartment
met his friends, all these starving artists
who all worked in the fine dining department
so they were actually well fed and pretty charming

but as the sun went down, the friends got shadier
I stuck around to break some barriers
talking a lot, trying to figure it out
but they stopped me when I stuck too far out

"Hey, you ask a lot of questions, kid. You a cop?"

"Shit!"

I feel so awkward like a fish outa' water
flippin' and floppin' to flea
beggin' to ol' Mr. Fisherman
hopin' he'll let me free

(white lines into rhymin') x4

tell me how I'm gonna hide
when I see his face I know I'm in it for tonight

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so I guess one of the guys owned a limo business or something...
(laugh)

we rode to the middle of nowhere
to meet up with a guy named Vennie K
said he was an up-and-coming something or another
who was fakin' it til it's made

and I saw something in the corner of his place
from the corner of my eye
but I'll tell ya the rest of it just like this
in the spirit of that night

they were snuffin' some of that pure stuff
roughin' it up
feelin' the luck in their blood lining up
jumpin' around
the sounds collectin' up in the clouds
and it all comes down from the sky so free

and their style is rhyming like me, but, but they're free-styling
and they do it with ease, without even trying
it was amazing, the pace and the spacing
all based on events in the moment
they're joking

strokes going off on their black pants
stances like dance, they dancin'
taking the chances with the beat
banging on to the floor
the door
man standing on the outside
knock knockin' and cop calling
damn what do I do

just tell me how I'm gonna hide
when I your face I know I'm in it for tonight

meet up, speed up, shoot up, clean up
meet up, speed up, shoot up, clean up

everyone's doing their thing
everyone's doing their thing
everyone's doing their thing
now everyone's going wild

everyone's doing their thing
everyone's doing their thing
everyone's doing their thing
now everyone's gettin' high

back track, snapchat, black cat, laugh track
back track, snapchat, black cat, laugh track

"who took my cell phone, bro?
you take my cell phone, bro?
who took my cell phone, bro?
maybe the new guy took my cell phone, bro."

man, I gotta get the fuck outa here