Hip Hop Thighs #17

Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I
Were in the weeds drinking wine
With that English singer
And your hip hop thighs

From guns on the roof to the acid jazz
To the reels and rhymes of that Gaelic trash
Dancing with the ex-lead singer of the Clash
Guns on the bar and his hands on your American ass

Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I
Were into speed and drinking wine
And that singer thought
That she was Patsy Cline

Another local girl with those criminal thighs
Cheek to cheek in that three-four time
Trying to make lemonade from limes
But no limey ever made nothing like "I Walk the Line"

John Cash has done his time
Hip hop has blown my mind
When you and I
Were in the weeds drinking wine
I loved your soul
And I loved your mind

But I miss the lies and the speed and wine
The bump and grinds and your queasy smile
And a prize that lies between your...

Your hip hop thighs [x8]