Lyrics The Cat Looks at the King - Collapsing Scenery, PJ Morton

The Cat Looks at the King

Yeah
It’s Buddy
Yo
First and formerly, most importantly
I will be pouring the potent potion
To keep your emotions open
I hope you’re not ignoring me
Baby, see, I can kick an incredible conversation
I know you lovin' it orally
Now we gon' be soaring
Flyin' out in the morning
Ridin' 'round in a foreign
I’m the one you adorin'
Them other bitches boring me
Baby, you know I can get you horny
You know where you wanna be
That’s way too much ornery
A man stares down a tank
An officer breaks rank
You’re motionless in Taksim Square
While Europe burned in the Cabaret Voltaire
(The cat looks at the king)
The black and red Catalonia
For a moment in Makhnovia
Behind the makeshift barricades
The corsairs and the renegades
(The cat looks at the king)
In Rojava, in the midst of hell
Some cats that just won’t be compelled
My bank goin' Isalita
I told her put that thing on me, I’m cheetah
She’s in giraffe, I told that girl PETA
She drug me in the bathroom in there with some oral, Rita
Pop the Add-y, I’m focused
In panties, socks, in hotel tubs
Is how I like my hoes when I’m about to fly
And if you wearing leggings, don’t wear no drawers
Unless you gettin' your monthly visit from yo Aunt Flo
It’s in my hair, get the hood bitches
Come get the good bitches
«I don’t give a shit» bitches
But what’s up with these Hollywood bitches?
Oh man, I just don’t know
Everyone I come in contact with just woke up
They just wanna be stars
And socialize with the famous
And drive another nigga’s car
And then they social life become tame
Easter rebels reject the crown
Sendic going underground
On the riverbank in Stono
Sick of pigs at Stonewall
(The cat looks at the king)
The cat looks at the king
The cat looks at the king
The cat looks at the king
The cat looks at the king