Frying
I cook up something every month
It’s the same thing rolled up in the same sauce
I cook up something good, unimaginable
I cook up my tresses, my locks
So It can fit in
I cook up something good
Crack in my kitchen
This is golden
No more kink
Just straight no real story to tell
Just straight and to the point
I want my jungle back
Because I never was a cave dweller
No sun hater/blocker
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