Armand Hammer, The Alchemist — Sir Benni Miles

[Intro]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Would you gather round please?
Please, hurry up, thank you
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to disturb your dancin’ and enjoyment
But the reason I’m calling you this evening is—
Good times, good times

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Dreams is dangerous, linger like angel dust
Ain’t no angels hovering, ain’t no savin’ us
Ain’t no slaving us, you gon’ need a bigger boat
You gon’ need a smaller ocean but here’s some more rope
Barefoot in the bush burnin’ dope, kush smoke out my big nosе
My favorite game is let’s supposе, let’s suppose
I ask the question just to see it in your face, I already know
The answer never mattered
Every night, he drink and piss up the mattress
Kept turnin’ it over and backwards ’til he threw it out
Laid on the box spring like a cactus, madness
Some slowly go, some just vanish
Don’t make a promise you can’t keep
Don’t make a keepsake outta grief
I can’t promise anything, it’s pills to help you sleep
It’s ill, but you’re like krill in that cold deep
Alcohol seep out the pores like gills
Air squeeze out the ocean floor
Leviathan swim with open jaw