Hot girls, and cold glances
Hold glasses, toast hopeless romances,
Slow dances, poetry for no chances,
Broke painter on an old canvas,
No dope handlers, emerging from the smoke
Like Pope Francis, so poke cameras
Friends sitting on the sofa, we joke
But we don't know chandlers, just wrote stanzas
Can we handle whatever the globe hands us,
No answers, like throat cancers, can't speak
And this week i'm feeling I'm brash with
Blowing my assets, till their froze, like snow
Blowing on pastures, I dream of how green
My grass was, in past tense, my own pride the raps dent
Who cares what the track meant? Music you attract men,
Only to entrap men,
So I wrote this song in a position of entrapment

(chorus)

Hot girls, and cold glances
Hold glasses, toast hopeless romances,
Slow dances, poetry for no chances,
Dorothy, this is no Kansas,
Visions of home keep flashing
I close lashes,
Pose for the scope, wearing your clothes fashioned
No passing notes in this class
Hope you know acting, don't be yourself,
That's a known fact in, this rap thing,
We're learning to adapt in, with no passion
I wanna change it but my showmanship
Aint noticed, I'm a lone man with
My own soul, which I hold with a strong man grip
Writing snowman scripts, that never last the light of day
Meanwhile my moments slip, thats why I rap this right away
And I hope it sinks, into your skin like Miami Ink,
So I make a mark then depart,
Leaving all of you to have a think