Root Beer Float at the Macy's Day Parade

[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)] First time in a while... writing with a smile I mean, it ain't on my face yet, but wait a sec… it'll show... I have faith in this... although this ain't makin' sense I write things when it's time for me to lay some bricks I can feel the breath of the wolf at my neck, though I could be too late, you might only hear the echo of my back sizzling against the skillet I want a kind nurse lady named Phyllis I wanna cry in the arms of my Big Granny I have a big family And I'm afraid of everyone dying because I was busy chasing after big fannies and meals for bank's belly My soul is way smelly [Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Lyle Horowitz)] I was too forlorn to be honest Talking nonsense, obnoxious for a profit For a profit? I'm like prophet when I prosper off the words and the flows and the gossip I mean the gospel, not really hostile, but I'm far from a saint or an apostle I miss Lobstas, peace ahki, they can't stop me, I'm Shampoo Papi And I sing in the shower, I snore when I sleep and the sound getting louder It's waking my girl up, delicate flower, writing this music at the oddest of hours Snare & the bass drum, see how the bass hum, 3000 in the back going so dumb Sus Boyz are an experiment in hopelessness, maybe listening will get you through the loneliness Ain't got time to deal with all the phoniness, why I feel my reflection is the homeliest? All alone in my home like Macauly is, Sus Boyz: Coltrane & Thelonius