Fanfare - Magic City Hippies

Reefer

Ya know, reefer madness

A city starved of fame, it’s the same old thang

Yes, lean with me, rock with me

Golden sodas, one to stock, one to rock

Yes it’s here that we announce this day of freedom

Charles Bronson, signing out

Here we go

I grew up on the East side, the Miami Beach side

Deep fried in greed life, clam bakes by the seaside

Tan legs wearing knee highs, sand shakes off them sweet thighs

Back in 99 when I was silver spoon fed

Pops had the Porsche, dollin' out the bread

Johns on the salsa, gun against his head

I got divorced ya, cold as a corpse

But there ain’t enough stamps in your passport for this crash course

I passed the class, now let’s fast forward

Blast from the grass out on the back porch

Cash in the dash, I went straight to the source

Quarts, call them escorts

I’ve been moving bodies like I’m using the force

Floating down the river like a water resort

Never coming back, never coming back

Magic City stuck in my head

Holding out for the Hollywood bride

My tongue gets heavier later on in the night

Here’s another one for the dinner plate eyes

My tongue gets heavier later on in the night

Holding out for the Hollywood life

My tongue gets heavier later on in the night

Here’s another one for the children of the times

My tongue gets heavier later on in the night

Tenacity, Susan

I’m a big, big believer in tenacity

(My tongue gets heavier)

I’m in love with you

It’s a real love

I know it

When I’m with you

It feels like I’m walking on electric air