Lyrics:
slices from the cake in my bakery
Vice versa never asked hand to skate with me
I'll grind all by myself that's how I'm made to be
Make believe fairy tales
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
blues band got cast into hell
Way up north in the city of dreams
Past the cigarette smoke and aluminum beams
There was a stage we were made to own
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
(Gucci)
I hit a birthday party fresh, you and ya homeboy Tip
I know y'all seen me over there with that black four-fifth
I bought a Bentley Mulsanne, it
Poor Johnny, one note
Yelled willy nilly
Until he was blue in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Couldn't hear the brass
Couldn't hear
Poor Johnny, one note
Yelled willy nilly
Until he was blue in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Couldn't hear the brass
Couldn't hear
Upon the hunchbacks, hunchbacks
And Hindemuth paints a brass parade
As locksmith's tumblers turn cascade
And the piano tuner stashes all the loot
It's
Rosalita my little rose of the rancho you won my heart down by the Rio
Dry your eyes dear and don't be blue Juanita
I'll come back to you my little
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
fingers blue
Cause I was that same nigga you'd ride by in your vehicle
All summer and winter
Probably tryna find y'all something for dinner
Whole time I
a cool nigga tryna shake this money off the brass
What it do nigga? You don't fuck around and clash
With the B-A-D-B-O-Y, He be
So fly to see me nigga
down.
I'm so New Orleans, we brass so hard, tickle all the teeth in your mouth.
Band, give'm a lil taste so they know just what I'm talking 'bout!
I'm
My oh my, but you do look the killer
Never mind the duds just look at that hat
All that green chartreuse on the waistcoat
How do you come by
midnight on the sea,
The band was playin' "Nearer My God To Thee"
Fare thee well Titanic,
Fare thee well.
So Jack say's "It's all right baby,
It's
in oceans
Motion sickness, I overdid all my finesse pack
Multidecker, new refreshment, lesson from jet snacks
My momma wisdom, my competition is
Watching old blue sky
Dreaming about lifetime went by
Red sun, a dark horizon light
This time I`m gonna be alright.
Ah ah ah aaah tonight
Ah ah ah
You’ll get an education on Frenchmen St
From a brass band and a second-line beat
Blew the funky meter off the scale
I ain’t tellin' you no tale
bands i need a pack
Used to record on a laptop now i'm on a MAC
Treat him like a poker card bitch i'm finna jack his ass
Altercations with the brass
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
I like your bother, I like your mother
I like you and you like me too
We’ll get a preacher, I’ll buy a ring
We’ll hire a band with an accordion,
I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion
I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring
We'll hire a band
With an accordion
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