Gilgamesh lyrics

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Got a call out the blue like
I just flew into the city what’s up with you?
Expectations was barely hardly so when she actually came through?
Pleasantly surprised like moms gave me the car keys
Stiff drink, back to my place, garnish the parsley
Laughed when she saw that same old room
Asked if I’d ever change for an old flame
But I could tell she’s playin’ so I sang my same old tune
No shame in her game
Told me the wedding’s in June
Gone at first light, connecting flight, she made the plane
I’m left thinking like Osama in Khartoum
Your whole neighborhood on stage, excessively mean muggin’
Still managed to sound weak coming out the speakers
Far be it from me though, cousin, I ain't James Brown neither
Found in the wild, half docile, gazelles with the finest features
Retired to the boudoir with a long-legged sativa
Fell out, road to Damascus status, I’m a believer
Had to disconnect the receiver on that solid gold telephone
Fulgencio Batista
El Jefe, Rafael Trujillo
Came through on her wedding night, groom peeping through the keyhole
Tears in his eyes
Lights off mijo, all you heard was rattling medals
She left disheveled, merrily dug his own grave whistling as he shoveled
[Chorus: L'wren]
Vocalizing

[Verse 2: billy woods]
It’s increasingly clear
These walls is f*cking closing in
Last year I pretended to care, right now can’t spare the oxygen
Feet up on the Ottoman Empire
A two block radius at best, but the peasants still call him sire
Hold his marijuana and shoot when he says fire
No rest, for the wicked
Steady hand, on the spigot, velvet glove, iron fingers
Greek myth, fire bringer, Helen of Troy, perfume linger
Even vacuum sealed, green apples, wild ginger
Spinning woods till hands got splinters
So much hash the weed can’t finish
And she lying there wide open like Congo at Independence
That 70s era. Dino De Laurentiis
Lush production, red rope, hope your name's on the list
Angels on the pen, blunts in the fist
Good luck is a couple seeds in the brick
But you f*cked up and seeded the b*tch
Stolen whips, sitting in Dulles Airport, long-term parking
That’s cash in escrow, rap like I’m reading off of parchments
Old school, fleece is golden wool
For a few pieces of silver, they overlooked the Golden Rule
Acapulco Gold and it all reeks of jet fuel