Table Salt Sins-Donnie Barbossa

We don't talk perspective Only money and bling Women, and prime ribs Table salt sins Who did you catch in this small pond? I got a big fish, a1 hoe, you know Mainstream to the bone Hipster blood on the floor Danish mink fur coat Hated by the poor Aristocrat whore It's a metaphor My hoe, lux like SoHo So hoe, what you gonna do about it bro? Romance is dead I am getting way ahead of myself I digress with a sense of purpose I Don't believe in having a soul mate I got champagne, Cohiba dreams A woman in a blood red dress Brunette, young Angelina Jolie None's perfect, but I am close second Would give half my life to hold her for a second Still I Lie poetic, still I'm rock n roll electric Got Sevdah in my genetics, melancholic and blue Aggressive with the truth like Howlin' Wolf Man in black, Johnny cash And forever Mahala's finest