A tune to match, I twist the latch. Tumbling what I fit in, snug. Some Hide A clone of Me, In a fake little stone, you see. Also slang for a certain weight of drug

I once became King Alonso’s eye, Please never cast me out before swine, I come in white or black or even blue, But almost always of shimmering hue.

Use me to chew up to you if you spit it out. If you wish to look decent use a comb and brush your hair. I am on there too. I am a part of you that you hate to check up and sometimes avoid Five Seconds of Summer sang about me.

All around you I shall rest To protect your noble crest; From banners high to dungeons low, I prevent your overthrow. If a Gatherer Magician you might be, Only by air you may pass through me!

Without me, race cars don’t make the turn and your money might be under your mattress.