Lambs - Billy Woods

Great American novel

Ship in a bottle

Secretly sip off the bottle

She slipped off, I followed

Don’t look gift horses in the mouth, check if they’re hollow

Ain’t wrote shit, don’t ask about it outside Plaza del Mercado

Fuck outta here

Shotgun on first

I ran the wishbone with a smirk

Pussy so (uhhh!) it was worth the gauntlet in Bensonhurst

That’s that thirst

97 mentality we were smokin' dirt

She hiked up her skirt

Pulled the panties to one side, her moms was at church

Hit it raw

She wasn’t shy

Sometimes wonder how we survived

Seems like another life

So alive, so trife

Her eyes alike, tiger burning bright

Who dares!