Amazonian Queen Songtext

The good ones you fuck between – getting hard to see em
Come on Arlene, could you be my vizene
I'm in need of your light, could you be my hot beam?
Only for a few nights, I ain't quite what I seem
In this city couple times a year, you know what I mean
Yea, you know what I mean
Bitch, you know what I mean
Girl, you know what I mean
I don't move keys but I got room keys
All the salty women livin on the sour, no
All the sweet ones end up chiefin on my dab of smoke
Only evening that's in question, we was laid up at the Wesson
Keep some candles that be scented until it does
Fuck you think the towels for?
Fuck you think the towels for?
Fuck you think the towels for?
For the love, got er deep in the sound, yea
Got er deep in the sound, yea