Serengeti - Dust lyrics

The strip club got sold, turned into Cash 4 Gold Wanted to be a food stylist Ended up at Little Caesar's, old Called Cheaters, ended up on Cheaters Wild, ain't it? Never bought a painting, either Rosh Hashanah dinner, cater because I'm not paid Warm up kugel and quiche, briskets Washing dishes, get busy "Hi" I wave, artist slash maid Imagine waking up, suddenly having braids "Dammit, blacked out, dammit again, at it again" Unfortunately, when will I learn? Can't smoke weed, wake up with braids They hurt, they're too tight Can't blink, it's too bright I can't think The strip club was too short The tallest women had to lean over This one lady, Rhoda, left, deployed She's a soldier The other lady, Iron, had a tattoo of ambrosia I really loved the dancers, and the manager old-a** Rosa It closes early on Sundays, all day Monday By Tuesday, the Cash 4 Gold was gone, for sure It was ugly Unemployment ended, I guess it's sorta fitting Supposed to be a stylist, taking pictures of chicken Delivering pizzas, and pinning dining linens My girl has five phones, I know the broad's cheating Gone on the weekend, and she looks like a Puerto Rican Called up Cheaters, just to get a cheap thrill They said they'd call me later, they're filled Iron and I kick it, we're friends, and reminisce She lives in a motel, right off Tenth She had photos of foods, she thought of me Here come the cameras now (TV) [Hook] x4 Do you love our motel? (Call up one of my wife's phones) Baby this is for us (Broad) Let me eat your perfume Let me lick off your dust (Let me try this number) Used to be the sharpest goy, warming up the kugel boy