[Intro]
This is the first time in a long time I’ve actually scripted a song….Usually I’ve just been hooking up some verses, random thoughts intertwined……But there was no passion with that…And I’m so passionate about this…. And I got a message…. It may seem fucking crazy man, but I got a message. Its real…Its here…Its Olive Oil, straight Olive Oil, not that deluded shit… straight olive oil…..
[Verse 1]
Wake up at seven o clock/
Red eyes dawn, needless to say my system is shocked/
My rhythm was rocked/
Memory blotch--y patches like small pox/
A night of drugs, sex and alco--hol, but no rocks/
Still cold as ice but no socks/
Italian rhyme scheme but this is so not/
A medallion gleams/ from my dresser/ is this a dream/
I’m a man of lesser means/
And this is one of the better things/
Inscribed is Olive Oil is King/
I did a double take like a relapsing fiend/
Ripped open the seems to see if all is as it seems
I wonder Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 2]
Hobble out of bed/
Knee surgeries got my leg heavier then lead/
But my back pains instead/ Flip my head to the left/
As my neck creaks/ my bed squeaks/
And a leg pokes out the sheets/
I see why my back was in pain/
Something more addicting than cocaine/
And sweeter than novacane/
I don’t know her name, and hold no shame/
I apologize for the tornado that hit my room/
It was clean yesterday please pass me that broom/
The hydrocodone’s got me thinking I can zoom/
Put your ass on that broomstick and fly to the moon/
But I understand that notion is all a façade/
Like the reason for religion is that you believe in a God/
I pee in the kitchen and all I can think about is fog/
And a shining bottle of olive oil is the only light at all/
This obsession with something so prevailing is odd/
And I remember the man’s confession at the club Presage/
The olive oil conspiracy, the cover-up, the shawl
I still wonder Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 3]
Ninety percent sunflower oil/ ten percent Greek/
Motivated by power, will and cocaine greed/
A cover up surrounding a whole industry/
Is this real, or paranoia from the weed?/
From the lies and conceit/ Grew a money tree/
From a humble seed/ Of Italian immigrants trying to achieve pedigree/
I fear something lies ahead of me/
Waiting to behead me/
To hide this secret to a source of treasury/
I feel a gun shoot at my head/
But I remain alive/ instead/
This swarm of lies would have me dead/
The girl points the gun/
Smile lingers on her lips, it seems last night was fun/
She blows me a kiss/ Hands me the rum/
And tells me I have five minutes to run/
Still wondering Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 4]
All I grab is my phone and some gum/
Race down the stairs into the drum/
And hide in the beating of life’s wan-ton/
I see the women step out of my complex/
Her arms flexed/ to make her breasts seem more erect/
She’s angelic at best/
Fallen down to earth, so I guess she’s a devil in a new dress/
Olive Oil skin, not that diluted, too direct/
Out her skirt falls a used durex/
Stalk her down the street for a while/ Sly the fox/
Shelltoes on my feet and a pair of tubes the socks/
Trying to arrest her without a trial/
I’m in my element now/ I won’t sleep till she’s in hers/
Locked up in irons/ until then I’ll sleep with the curs/
And curse this olive oil industry until they get theirs
[Outro]
But this is so real, Just so real
What you on man? I’m on that straight olive oil man, that straight olive oil….that real expensive shit
The Olive Oil industry
This is the first time in a long time I’ve actually scripted a song….Usually I’ve just been hooking up some verses, random thoughts intertwined……But there was no passion with that…And I’m so passionate about this…. And I got a message…. It may seem fucking crazy man, but I got a message. Its real…Its here…Its Olive Oil, straight Olive Oil, not that deluded shit… straight olive oil…..
[Verse 1]
Wake up at seven o clock/
Red eyes dawn, needless to say my system is shocked/
My rhythm was rocked/
Memory blotch--y patches like small pox/
A night of drugs, sex and alco--hol, but no rocks/
Still cold as ice but no socks/
Italian rhyme scheme but this is so not/
A medallion gleams/ from my dresser/ is this a dream/
I’m a man of lesser means/
And this is one of the better things/
Inscribed is Olive Oil is King/
I did a double take like a relapsing fiend/
Ripped open the seems to see if all is as it seems
I wonder Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 2]
Hobble out of bed/
Knee surgeries got my leg heavier then lead/
But my back pains instead/ Flip my head to the left/
As my neck creaks/ my bed squeaks/
And a leg pokes out the sheets/
I see why my back was in pain/
Something more addicting than cocaine/
And sweeter than novacane/
I don’t know her name, and hold no shame/
I apologize for the tornado that hit my room/
It was clean yesterday please pass me that broom/
The hydrocodone’s got me thinking I can zoom/
Put your ass on that broomstick and fly to the moon/
But I understand that notion is all a façade/
Like the reason for religion is that you believe in a God/
I pee in the kitchen and all I can think about is fog/
And a shining bottle of olive oil is the only light at all/
This obsession with something so prevailing is odd/
And I remember the man’s confession at the club Presage/
The olive oil conspiracy, the cover-up, the shawl
I still wonder Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 3]
Ninety percent sunflower oil/ ten percent Greek/
Motivated by power, will and cocaine greed/
A cover up surrounding a whole industry/
Is this real, or paranoia from the weed?/
From the lies and conceit/ Grew a money tree/
From a humble seed/ Of Italian immigrants trying to achieve pedigree/
I fear something lies ahead of me/
Waiting to behead me/
To hide this secret to a source of treasury/
I feel a gun shoot at my head/
But I remain alive/ instead/
This swarm of lies would have me dead/
The girl points the gun/
Smile lingers on her lips, it seems last night was fun/
She blows me a kiss/ Hands me the rum/
And tells me I have five minutes to run/
Still wondering Is this real, or am I paranoid from the weed?
[Verse 4]
All I grab is my phone and some gum/
Race down the stairs into the drum/
And hide in the beating of life’s wan-ton/
I see the women step out of my complex/
Her arms flexed/ to make her breasts seem more erect/
She’s angelic at best/
Fallen down to earth, so I guess she’s a devil in a new dress/
Olive Oil skin, not that diluted, too direct/
Out her skirt falls a used durex/
Stalk her down the street for a while/ Sly the fox/
Shelltoes on my feet and a pair of tubes the socks/
Trying to arrest her without a trial/
I’m in my element now/ I won’t sleep till she’s in hers/
Locked up in irons/ until then I’ll sleep with the curs/
And curse this olive oil industry until they get theirs
[Outro]
But this is so real, Just so real
What you on man? I’m on that straight olive oil man, that straight olive oil….that real expensive shit
The Olive Oil industry
( Lee Winkler )
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