When you talk Cynguine to me
I'm that ship that you jump on, Dash national First class seat on my likes girl, riding comfortable 'Cause I know what the fan girls them need, New York to Haiti I got cooking crumbs on my passport, You make it hard to leave
Been around the tumblr, don't speak the language But your sight to behind don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk Cynguine to me
*TRUMPET SOLO*











