Bundle up my whole style is so cold. I glow like old guys who go bald. My flow got no front in the vocal. Your flow got no button it's so old. . I don't mean to sound like a showboat.
I'd start with the boys that hang at the pier. Like bats in the night get tangled in your hair. I'd take away the weekend shore leave lovers. That flood the ports with drunken tales of far away.