'bezuz' (Park Avenue Interlude)

I_NY (I Love New York)

TBA

Uptown A

'bezus.' (Park Avenue Interlude)

I _ NY - (I Love New York)

TBA

Uptown A

VO.

Now, this man was good looking—

And I mean,

rob Lowe good-looking.

Hollywood perfect.

Too good looking to be trusted—

You know.

But he said,

And this is the thing I thought that was strange,

THIS MAN

I need you to trust me.

—what I wanted to know was—

How could two folks such as I,

And such as he—

Really trust one another?

He was Hollywood perfect. Real shiny.

And me?

Well I—

I was ugly.

Almost, man.

Just remember, you started it.

I got stars in my eyes

I got hit in the face real hard

I'm a real smart artist m

I tend to work harder than your baby mama

I light a fire under your ass,

Don't ask me for nothing,

Smug as a motherfucker,

I might have robbed, but never mugged you

Hot chocolate

I got five on it,

If I'm high, honest,

I get by, honest,

On my fly, honest

I might not swat it.

But the SWAT swarmed I.

GET ON THE GROUND!

I don't plan to return here

I don't earn here

I just burn here

Bury me in a war deer carcass

I hear smear Marcus

Just to be clear, I wear Marshalls

Good one, God

I got u.

That's a lot

That's really a lot

I really got lost on the way to the market, ya'll that's a lot

That's really a lot

Look what I bought

A whole card full of nothing

That's a lot

That's really a lot l

Damn, when the fuck I'm a get off this train

This shit is. Draining.

young ninja still in training

This keeps getting deeper.

No longer believing in coincidences, I can only turn to god to ask how it just so happened, that the first book I happened to touch

Had Jimmy Fallon's name on it.

Tell me why, though.

Apparently, Jimmy Fallon has a book club.

I'd be committing suicide to even look that up.

Turns out Brooklyn has a Yacht Club,

And a surf club.

Is there any reason at all to believe that these three things are connected?

Everything is connected.

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-Ū.

Carry your feet to mine kingdom.

I have come again

To bear good tiding;

A greeting no other than now,

For as such,

Thee returns to fair and justly sit

Upon the throne

Which you had been born

And had also birthed,

The worlds, alone yours

The only stone turned now, I,

As the page does unfoldeth,

These things part I now, as with time,

Words have flourished,

The wisdom

Seas hath parted,

And your rage has formed

A new art,

Besides I, mind you,

For body's sake with woven

I am here, from dust and wind,

I am tide and seeking, song,

And are I now none,

Other than you

To form a wave of oceans,

Song of crying out—

Lord, I have come once,

Again to honor you,

lord, as I am,

As it may,

We are as one.

Come now,

love.