[Lyric] Isis Anubis or Why Is The Cardinal Just Standing There? (Paul Thompson (Rap))

French linens, American twenties
Like 'listen, homie, seven years and then we're back in the 20s'
I've got a counterfeit 10 I've been slipping in and out of purses
And a couple in my car I keep for making you nervous
It feels good on the other side
I told her to wash up and come inside
She's complaining about the credit card, saying it's plastic
And hanging on the word like I'm supposed to be mad at it
Now she's pouring gin in papercuts
Stacking paper cups around the balcony and waking up
Jumping in the shower 'cause it feels like rain
Leaving water everywhere, like that gold won't stain
The countertops are finished with a little bit of wax
So I grabbed her by the wrist...relax
She said 'I'm never gonna get used to you'
Politics as usual

She's complaining about the comedown, you're trying to talk her innocence off
She's wearing white gold, you look like Kate Moss
Telling me the money's ink is fading behind me
Washed out like those models from the 90s
And nobody's holding you back now
You're holding your own in a bad crowd 'cause nobody told you to act out
And everybody's got a couple cuts up on their crucifix
But you can ask John, we don't know what you should do with it
See, it's white and then it's yellow and it burns a little bit
And you tell her that you saw one of her tricks, and it's perfect
It's not much, but it's easy and it shows
That you noticed something other than the blood up on her clothes
The funny thing is all it really does is take the edge off
No matter what you do, you're always staring at those red spots
I told you, baby, everybody here is dying
But damn, they keep the linens clean...it's like they're not even trying
See, now they're trying to talk to you, but now they're only half in focus
Throwing bills around like they're begging you to notice
Trying to calm you down because you're choking on your ice
Because you're pushing 20 now and you've been staring at it...twice