Lyrics:
I find along the way
Can you take the lead for me
I'm lost can you demonstrate
The question is what
Do I put in side the frame
Rubber band the pastry
out of a pastry bag, understand me?
I laugh and create, you berate and destroy
But fear, my dear boy, is less scrumptious than joy
I'm glad that you got
Pockets full of cake seams sticky pastries
Mexico bags of drug in that big body Mercedes
Caught them by a swarm hood lovers and the babies
Suicidal thoughts
a bashful nature
Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i
Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries
It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm
Small
Lately I've been great pursuing
Take off like a rocket, going fast is the way I'm moving
Louis Vuitton bag full of nice pastries
Never heard this swag
Napoleon's a pastry bismarck is a herring
Alexander's a crème de cocoa mixed with rum
And Herbie Hoover is a vacu-um
Columbus is a Circle, and a day
bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my
bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my
light takes me
Bike along through the smell of hot pastries
Stay out of their way, don't bother
Only feel at peace by the water
There's a old house
Do a nigga fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
Eat it up, then
a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm
FORÊT NOIRE
Concrete blocks to build a wall
Huge sand bags to build a wall
Concrete block walls to protect their shops Huge sand bag walls
Flow too hot I could boil potatoes
Got mo drip then a turkey baster
I'm in the kitchen and whipping the pastries
Pillsberry Doughboy I'm whipin'
Life ain't just staying awake
Life ain't just getting a Bentley
Life is like getting a bitch
And eating her pussy like pastry
Our bars be making em shake
Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs
Fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like
Alarm clock ringing Im not touching the snooze
Feeling mighty productive, feel like making some moves
Hit the fridge for some eggs and pastries
in the holster get jammed hot damn
Want the bag yeah yeah yeah yeah
Get the money yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chase the bag yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chase the bag
packin' up my bags, not sayin' my goodbyes
Walsall used to be a place I'd only ever start my dreams in
But home is where my heart is
Feel so alone in
the struggle it made me
Yeah
In the love with the struggle it made me
Life is tough but it's sweet like a pastry
On the moon ain't no way you could phase me
I
the circumference of your circumcision.
Chorus:
Live like your data, and when you're all set,
put it all together and whatever you get? It's New Math.
What's a bag
Lucid as a daydream, loosies in the pastries
Y'all fuckers coulda fooled me dude, we looking for the same thing
Be it pose, posture, photo, portrait
Look
This cause for Celebration
Eating on your body
Like the pastry that you making
Must be real cuz ya legs is steady shaking
Need a week off like
the bag
Stack it up bring it back
Brake it down
Spread the love
Move it just like dat
Get the money get the bag
Stack it up bring it back
Brake it down
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