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Lushlife & CSLSX

Body Double

[Verse 1]
I was born inside a
Wind parade
Crying on the best of days
Almost pushed stop
On the tape
Inside an Escalade
In those last moments
Spilling out into the Interstate
Estimate the cost
To the universe
Don't escalate
Back to the soil
Back to the flower beds
Back to the Crown Royal
Then it's
Back to the toil, black
Spinning while these
Other motherfuckers was just
Spilling raps
Ready to die
Ready to fly
Why I skipped the track
God in the dice tumblers
Whether you're walking around
Carrying heat
Or you're living proof
Of the life numbers
All chance
All just a dance
Of happenstance
So she never wrap her head
Around how I knew in advance
When the glass
Shatter back into sands
And park jams turn to ghosts
Singing a sweet romance
And in a glance
I'm a talk with the Bedouins
Or walk with the gentlemen
Where every split second
Is bringing me to the elegance
The elements is
Wind, water, earth
Coke-sprinkled White Owls
Thick bitches
Gold watches and a choke
Put 'em in my mausoleum
Pharaoh, take 'em and elope
But it's just a hope
All they did
Was shake me
'Til I woke

[Chorus]
I'm alone in the city, black
Fitted cap back
With a pretty young thing
When I'm sitting back
Six deep
On the creep back to Philly
I'm Joe Conrad
Comrade to the billions
Trife times
White lines
When I write rhymes
Ice grill 'em on a warm day
Lifetime
Catch me on the block
Blowing dice
Or I'm flowing nice
When the city lights
Bright in the night time

[Verse 2]
So when you see me disappearing
With the Anasazi
I'm putting work into
Reappear with the paparazzi
She probably cold as ice
Even inside the city lights
Forever rock the Persol shades
Into the pretty night
My Los Angeles
My Philadelphiatic
Coke flow Vangelis
Synth
Rap
Evangelist, black
So when I leave the game
I'll still be dreaming of fast bitches
In Key Biscayne
In case you need a name
It's Lush Vida Pirouette
Dressed for power with
Benson & Hedges cigarettes
Sort of like a minaret
Morrocan women, tan
Long legs and sillhouette
Sinning in every step that I take
Until I take a breathe
And slow down
Whatever go down
I'll take it all
New romantic when he puffing the trees
And stake it all
On the work and if I follow my bliss
For model chicks
They steady loving
The way that I spit
I'll get to live, uhh…