"Cadillac"

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New England Poet Society

Cadillac by New England Poet Society

Production and mixing - Cam Barnes

Bass guitar and synthesizer - Charles Fox

Mastered by Christian Linberg

(Foxcudder)

Why you got to make me feel like I got to do shit

Why you got to make me feel like I got to fix it

Why you got to make me feel like I got to give a shit

I won't give

Rich kid with the wrist slit

(Fin the Kidd)

Lost my mind for a bad bitch

Waiting for the day I snap back like I'm elastic

Break me down to bare bones

But you'll never break my habits

I'm coming through your static

I flip on the switch it's automatic

You entered the temple

But don't comprehend it's magic

I feel interstellar

I guess I fell up

Hive mind

I'm unconscious lie awake

Until the times right

Step into the lime light

I am tapped into the universe

And I stay strapped

Until I queue the verse

Yeah I take her to the pad

Tell her do her worst

And then she drop to her knees like she do in church

(Cam Barnes)

It's spooky

I'm the new kid up on the block

The loose leaf need to get sparked

Then we spark

No hoopti

See my new thing I just walk

New keys

Shooting spree you get shot

A lot to give

Problem is it's potent like politics

Green was the charm like the chronic is

Product is dope

Chopper lives

Bitch I'm a beast

Popping like grease

They try to bite me I knock out they teeth

Sick with this shit think I got a disease

Bitch really all on her knees, yuh

That little bitch wanna give me some top now