R Corte Fino

The Fine Cut
A very active mind
I only act when it's blank
My little god guiding me
And a hit of angel dust has me flying

Come on, old man, we gotta move
I'm itching to throw some punches
Let’s test the waters
We traded horns just two nights ago

I’m climbing levels, feeling high
A Mojave of flowers and sweets
We improvise for the girls
And if they hesitate, they still get on

Yeah, I’m a black sheep
When I’m lost on the highway
I’ve got a little something to forge ahead
And we party all night long
And we party
And we party all night long

Chill and we’ll stay up till dawn
Taking it easy, I won’t lose my cool
We don’t want any drama
Keep it low-key so they don’t notice

They see my eyes closed
Not from being stoned, I’m just laid back
Ribeye, pure fine cut
We sold everything and doubled up

I’m climbing levels, feeling high
A Mojave of flowers and sweets
We improvise for the girls
And if they hesitate, they still get on

Yeah, I’m a black sheep
When I’m lost on the highway
I’ve got a little something to forge ahead
And we party all night long
And we party
And we party all night long
All night long