Verse 1 Feelin nutritious,making love to my bitches Somebody gotta come down cuz Im on a come up That Chanel made me act all lavish,sippin dirty like a teacup But when Im in my zone,its all savage straight up Write every rap like its my last Working hard till I pass Givin details like Jan Van Eyck,turning all my dreams into reality,you people trying to ruin it like whistlers mother Fell in a pit full of no colors Trying not to fuck with anyone in the communism I feel like an Amish Im the last of dinosaurs but still I feel like Thomas Aye Verse 2 Shit made me bipolar I can change from T Pain to Pusha T in a second I dont rap,Im just flexing Red Bottoms remind me of the blood sacrificed by my ancestors Third world it dont matter if you pull up with your weapon No Metro but Im still boomin,I might as well go make a full length movie on my snapchat Everything foreign,we just bought some Ralph Lauren This is the moment,this is the moment where the fuck is Morgan Freeman? Yeah,I can smell the teen spirit Urine,semen and everything thats explicit These Raybans protect me from shit thats vivid Errything subliminal cuz Im on some Wisp shit Fly in these DCs,thats conspicuous Aint stopping till I get a Hublot on my wrist,bitch Verse 3 In Ptown with Private Ryan Telling me I cant do this or that? Congratulations! you just played yourself Passive aggression,I dont talk shit I feel like a mime to be honest On some chronic bout to go super sonic but before that I gotta vomit Count money well,thats why I was the President of Economics Last of the dinosaurs,when tectonics shake,my hormones be shakin,they harmonic I aint lyin when I say my lifes a comic Thinking about past Thinking about murkin your ass I might forgive but never forget Fuck the internet,Imma drop this on a cassette Chillin out,laying on my couch Half of you had doubts,I dont see yll now I am 3am and Im out
dinosaur, eyck, whistler, tectonics, yll