Making me kiss 5 to 100 dollar bills
My dealer gets pleasure from that
You ripped my heart out and threw it away
I guess that’s just the half of that
If my words were like cocaine they’d would sell like crazy
If my words were like propane
They’d light the way to you baby
I was swallowing my tongue in the back of his car
He said how you feeling, one drink turns to blow from the vein to the brain
That nocturnal healing
I done seen every man sell drugs for me that’s a sight to see
I done seen every man buy drugs for me
They don’t skip a beat
I’m a snowbird baby headed to the south
Are you down to chase me
I’m a snowbird baby headed to the south
I think I love you baby
Drive-By Photograph, Riding the Handlebars, #1 & #2, Norfolk, Virginia, April 24, 2014.

Jaime King. James King. Shot at my Ludlow street apt.L.E.S. N.Y.C.
Simon Pentleton Photography: James King







