[Verse 1] Wicked-minded and kind-hearted Aiming for entertainment, then you picked a fine target Nothing normal or regular here In a world of rectangles and squares Regular spheres are what I've grown to revere and respect They neglect the rules and lines drawn Mid-chaos boss, they managed to find calm Met with a kiss of death and managed to find tongue Sex with a chick is next to perfect when mind's young Idolize a single moment of pleasure Cohesive in the sheets, let's keep this moment together And if I make you leak, promise me you'll pull my lever To release all of the feelings that I suppressed indefinitely Effortlessly my mind travels to times past Finding revelation at bottom of wine glasses All I had in my pocket, a condom, a dime, chapstick, and a pad Travel the city when lines pass, that's free
[Chorus] Paid too much for that, get your money back Kickin' back, sippin' up on some Honey Jack Full glasses, it's 'bout to be a mummy wrap Off the Honey Jack, Honey Jack
[Interlude] Brown liquor Off that Honey Jack Okay
[Verse 2] Clear for the turn up, brown for the mellow Cinnamon for the punch, stir it, call it Canelo Don't take shots, just pour a glass and let go The third one'll probably have you bent like an elbow Since in the ghetto There's a liquor store on every corner It's easy like tea in a kettle Caffeine dreams, model chicks in stilettos Mainstream love pull your strings like Gepetto Jell-O backbone, she wax on, tryna shine When she only hit your line for good times and Amaretto Good wine is cool, but that whiskey'll have you feelin' old-school Record spinnin', Chopin on the cello DeLorean, way ahead of your time Sippin' some shit that settle your mind rather than have you laid out On your knees at the porcelain throne prayed out Don't overdo your fade, all that kind of shit is played out
[Interlude] Todo lo que estaba haciendo en la universidad esto que preperarse Ayy, bro, Smoke already lit, my nigga, don't give this nigga nothing, nigga
[Verse 3] Pour me up a drink, pour me up a drink, nigga Bitch, I'm in the mood, fuck 'bout what you think, nigga Ho, I'm who I'm is, fuck 'bout what you ain't, nigga Your shit is easy, I do just what you can't, nigga You bent if you think I ain't straighter than a plank And if you wanna push the issue, say it in my face And I promise I won't dismiss you, I'ma entertain For a college nigga with knowledge, I'm a bit deranged They thought a nigga left the hood and chose a different lane I left the hood to rearrange how we approach the game But that exposure got me feelin' like the odds is stacked against us Systematic oppression, we just servants indentured Politicians retire while we work 'til we in dentures They kill our black heroes and then just give us one Avenger Wakanda forever, my nigga More like pour me a drink, I wonder what kind of liquor
[Outro] And on the saxophone, we have My big bro Terrace MartinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
