Irene II

Oh Irene, oh won’t you
Stay with me, go on and on
Repeatedly
Oh Irene, oh won’t you
Stay with me, go on and on
Repeatedly
The ceiling’s getting closer to my head every day
When I get up I see shapes of gray, rainy clouds and I pray that this day,
unlike yesterday, will see me chase the clouds away
I’m turning tricks into fair play, foreplay
A moment of honesty every now and then
Behind ten layers of facade time and time again, golden ink on my paper,
no mor saving it;
Sure it looked good, but you could tell th bitch was faking it
Been working so hard that people’s faces are blurring. Purring; the constant
noise Irene keeps on producing
While I’m focusing on always doing all that I know
On making sure there’ll be another show, yeah
You’re looking at him:
Heavyweight champion
A thousand straight tons of millennial depression
Benching, find a place to
Channel aggression
Obsession, the only way I’m making progression
You’re looking at him
And the box you tryna put me in
All the shit you say ain’t nothing but a has been
Making Irene sound the way the world’s never seen
I’m going for the win
As usual the kids got it under control
Fit the plus sign through the shape of a ball
And it all comes so naturally
It all fits so beautifully
The key’s creativity
Now why the hell should I have to be ashamed of my game if it isn’t the same as
the shit you throw together and just jam in my face
A disgrace
The finish line will tell who wins the race, and the entire thing will end in
praise
You’re looking at him:
Heavyweight champion
A thousand straight tons of millennial depression
Benching, find a place to
Channel aggression
Obsession, the only way I’m making progression
You’re looking at him
And the box you tryna put me in
All the shit you say ain’t nothing but a has been
Making Irene sound the way the world’s never seen
I’m going for the win