@real-at-tiffanys's Review of The color factory Chicago - Chicago, No Place (SANDBOX)

This ain't Texas. Ain't no hold'em. So lay your cards down, down, down, down. So park your Lexus and throw your keys up. Stick around, around, around, around, around. And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you. Come throw some sugar on me, honey, too. It's a real live boogie and a real live hold'em. Don't be a, hey, come take it to the floor now. There's that tornado In my city At the basement That ain't pretty Rugged whiskey We surviving A break of kisses Sweet redemption Passing time, yeah One step to the right We headed to the dive bar We always thought was nice Ooh, I need