The Kid Is Back - Specifics

Yo i float through cologne spray

Pose for the polished glass, holla back gold

Gosh, I look OK

Socks, fat laced kicks, boxers, bare chest and

Legs, sweat trace from my red hairs to face

Wet

Slightly unshaven, pale navy blue eyes, a

Young squire, 22, Caucasians, son smiling

Blood iris, lines on his shoulders where nails

Dug, latest of the scars I saved up

Mirror on the wall, here, I’m the flyest of all

Cheers, and sayonara self, time for some malt

Beers

Hit the kitchen, cracked me a frigid snack

And sip like it’s the last of six packs

At midnight, rain and the mist is pristine

I’m getting frustrated tying to aim my piss

Stream

Dream a minute, cleanin my skin, i’m feeling

Sixteen again, drift in the steaming liquid

She’s a vixon, Gold, you old scoundrel

We did it

Sheeyit — cloaked in clean towels a toast, to

Cheap bubbly, lovely silk sheets, and down

Fleece

Dutchie brown, musk of maui

Just lounging, shucks I pull out a carafe of

Wine, for a nightcap or maybe halftime

Crazy at times, life just lay me back ride

Maybe white, maybe red, baby that’s why-

The kid is back

Crawled in out of the rain

Cuz I heard yall callin my name

And yo, I’m back, it sound like a hollerin

Angel, I heard yall callin the name — Gold

And now I’m shimmying back, shit, I’m

Shimmerin

Should i have a quick fifteen minute

Skinnydip in the bath, skip it I’m dilly dallyin

Dammit what type of hospitality is that

Wander off pot simmerin

I’m on my way dancin backwards over

Jackets and clothes flat on the floor, soaked

That we distrobed

The way she said it, yo I knew it was on

Screw it let’s skip the after party duke I’m

Flossin a thong, I was like yess’m

And now I smell it, her scent waft through

Halls, remembrance of resin coated bong

Smoke and incense, through a soft focus

Lens, five senses yo I sentence them all

How my deathstroke, made hoes cross the

Threshold

Lookin for my lozenges, pop it and shrug

Got her moniker, fuuck i forgot it, shucks

I gotta learn to listen when I’m on the piss

And givin pounds to dips, I’m givin pause

By the roundest hips, blouses, occupied with

How I grip that palm and get my brow knit

Gotta smile just a bit, are my shoes scuffed

Say it smooth, indubitably Gold, introduce us

Play it cool and groupies will show love, from

The club, to the pool, to the tub, to the

Boudoir

To the two-hour group hug, and I still don’t

Know who you are boo, but you’re droolin on

My pillow case, um