The Sauce Talk’n



funny that they judge me not knowing
hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n
there’s reasons why i’m drink’n
drown the sin in these feel’n(s)
Old spice mixtures..
with the moist of youth fountains…
there’s reasons why i’m drink’n
drown the sin in these feel’n(s)

Mr. Rabbit out of time….
yep he running out of minutes…
Mr. Rabbit conscience listens…
and he tryna take mine….

there’s reasons why i’m drink’n
drown the sin in these feel’n(s)

Old spice mixtures..
with the moist of youth fountains…

hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n
rendezvous becomes crimson….

there is reasons that i’m on this stool..
chill with you..
Black labels neat…no ice cube….

i use to dream about honeymoons…

are they sweet are they…
sticky like the sex produce….

there’s reasons why i’m drink’n
drown the sin in these feel’n(s)
chill with you..
be with you…


toasty though my chips are dip’n…
skinny swim’n
feel’n good…
are we meant to fly soon…
or are we only in our twenties tune…

chill with you…
see you soon….

yep he running out of minutes…
Mr. Rabbit conscience listens…

hope’n sunny catch romance from the moon’n
there’s reasons why i’m drink’n

with the moist of youth fountains…
drown the sin in these feel’n(s)

Why they gotta judge me knowing….
nothing…
knowing judge’n for the salt…

people made of salt…
i understand why the eyes turn crimson…
i understand why they taste like weekend songs…

first album…
you should listen…

first album…

or just another…

Conscious…

woke like we the people..
like JAC Swagger…
Like JAC Hammer…
Like JAC Rabbit…


Mr. Rabbit out of time….
yep he running out of minutes…
Mr. Rabbit conscience listens…
and he tryna take mine….


it’s 4AM…fuck….