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You are now in tune (Now) Collar Pop Records' finest (Finest) Born in a golden forest Five Nigerian space queens sing my chorus Lonely gigolo, like Maurice Hey, hey, live life like a chocolate soufflé Coming through in Vuarnets with the top drop, Porsche, blue glaze (Yeah) All behavior is grown, think I’m trapping? Watch my phone (Yeah) My jumper bust your zones, I’m lurking in the undertones Memphis cut my hair so cold, I purple air my lungs Hey, hey, born July by the golden lakes Wined and dined then beat the brakes Nep seen my bitch and was like, "Touché" This is high art, I tear the form apart My phone's really not that smart My phone's really not that smart My phone's really not that smart My phone, really not that smart High art, my bros' tear the form apart Yeah, my phone’s really not that smart I identified the narcs (You), I ain’t got no arch I’m quenched, he’s parched I swim with the sharks off the hidden beach in the dark Songtexte I’m a movie, she want a part I’m a movie, she want a part I’m a movie, she want a part I’m a movie, she want a part No wait, live life like a velvet cupcake I’m all in, what’s the stakes? Been in it to win it since the purple tapes Your girl keep calling me, "Bae", tipped a stack to the gondolier Then cruise the Champs-Elysees like I’m Maurice Chevalier Black truck with dimes inside, waxed, buffed, and simonized She looked at me with diamond eyes, she ain’t been back home since July (It’s March) Look, look, wear an apron when I cook You funk faking, I’m vacating, sitting in first class reading a book You getting moved around like a rook I’m so town, they need to do a book Catch mermaids without no hook Catch mermaids without no hook Catch mermaids without no hook Catch mermaids without no hook Hey, hey, to the payday, ándale Honey’s proliferate my image on Monday’s, rappers look at me thinking, "One day" My soliloquy is killer bee, I feel like I’m doing ventriloquy Oh my, another slice of peach apple pie My gear is cobra fierce, for gold and ice, my ears is pierced Survived the vipers den, my mise en scène is carpe diem Cool phrases collect in the pools of my intellect Then typed into a data stack, you a data rat, I’m a black slang acrobat The print is cheetah, up here the air's much sweeter Stellie squad leader, I admit I’m an elitist At the zenith of slick demeanors At the zenith of slick demeanors I'm at the zenith of slick demeanors The zenith of slick demeanors The print's cheetah, up here the air is just much sweeter I'm the Stellie squad leader, so, yeah, I’m somewhat of an elitist At the zenith of slick demeanor My drum go Fleeta, the white Inf, it got leaned in to the exotic spots that I frequent My style’s your style's ether Either pimp or ho, I’m neither, clocked your plot? You better believe it, we had thot’s too, called 'em skeezers I handle stacks, I mack down the queen of the pack We get walked in through the back, her inhibitions melt like candle wax I’m dressed to kill in the Seville, with the fifth wheel Keep the ice grill, but still wheel and deal with sex appeal Boy, chill, before I give you the Benadryl The incentive is bending bills, pursue tremendous thrills, and don’t get killed You're a scroller, I'm an explorer You're a scroller, I'm an explorer You're a scroller, I'm an explorer You're a scroller, I'm an explorer Hey, hey Aus Songtexte Mania