Magnolia

Magnolia
Magnolia
Magnolia
Magnolia
I never subscribed
To crosstown beef
The baroness of Broad Street
Before they flow in the street
Eighty-nine, Wise Intelligent
Or either on the corner
Dipped in a polar fleece
Rhyming and bombing graffiti
With a periwinkle tailor-made
Penny-loafer, Prada boot
Used to rock the Wallabies
While cooling out in Xanadu
Now I’m into Bacharach
Brill Building tracks
So when I stay saying
Why can’t I live 'cause
half
Herb and Dorothy Vogel
It’s Lush Vida la Wonderwheel
Coney Island in summer feel
The number one stunner
Or either on the corner
A wild, butter thesis
Or word to whoever motherfuckers
I hope he’s sitting on Planet Rock
And Human League’ing
Block party, human leaving
Spitting in the
Code of the streets
They holding the heat
That’s looming in the sky
I speak the pitter-patter
And breath of the Wiz