Amazonian Queen

(Hook) Amazonian queen Amazonian queen Amazonian queen Could you be what you seem, Amazonian queen (Verse) Vines in the ravine Swing down from your throne and bow down to yo king What a life we chose, nothing but hoes The good ones, few and far between – getting hard to see em Come on Eileen, could you be my visine I’m in need of your light, could you be my high beam? Only for a few nights, I ain’t quite what I seem In your city couple times a year, you know what I mean Yea, you know what I mean Bitch, you know what I mean Girl, you know what I mean I don’t move keys but I got room keys All the salty women leaving on a sour note All the sweet ones end up chiefin on my dab of smoke Only evening that’s in question we was laid up at the Wesson Keep some candles that be scented, until it does Fuck you think the towels for? Fuck you think the towels for? Fuck you think the towels for? For the loud gotta dampen the sound yea Gotta dampen the sound yea...