Verse 1: She got a body Like a Maserati Raise hell, Praise Dale Full cup, fingers up Fuck everybody God’s creature Distracts preachers Writes songs, does features Mostly on a jail phone For a man, she’s tryna get home About problems homegrown Driving cars they don’t own Chorus: Don’t judge a book by its cover What if the cover’s dope as fuck? And if you like a motherfucker Well then mother, you’re in luck I’m a drinker, deep thinker And the thinking starts to suck Whiskey sours, by the hour In a minute fill my cup Verse 2: Queen of the kingpins Master of sequins When creativity creeps in She should speak every week Then be a freak more than just on the weekends Thinks her destiny is to meet men Feed 'em the scraps You know they come back Like poorly trained cats That park in the back And howl at the moon till you feed them If I need excuses, I'm begging your pardon If I'm talking out of place Peeking weeds in your garden When my own Eden needs weeding Sorry, I could be sounding retarded I'm partially impartial to seeding my needing for breeding Into your thoughts every morning Miracles like parting red seas, to me Would be me parting your knees And to see, your parts don't wanna ever be apart from parts of deez nuts Sorry, I could be just getting started If it wasn't just the case that you got business with the your nearly departed Bridge: Mind’s racing, pacing tight Wondering when my time’s in sight This drink’s warm, I’m growing older Every day, the world feels colder Maybe we’ll link up when we’re sober Till then, it’s hard to give a fuck Chorus: Don’t judge a book by its cover What if the cover’s dope as fuck? And if you like a motherfucker Well then mother, you’re in luck I’m a drinker, deep thinker And the thinking starts to suck Whiskey sours, by the hour In a minute fill my cup Outro: In a world of smoke and mirrors Chasing shadows, facing fears Trying to get by, under the sky Raise a glass, toast the night We’re soldiers in the fight Through darkness, we’ll emerge Singing out our final verse
