Testo sumac - Blvck Svm feat. Curren$y & Austin Marc
Testo della canzone sumac (Blvck Svm feat. Curren$y & Austin Marc), tratta dall'album michelinman
I'm in Portland pulling flesh off hamachi collar immersed in a marinade made of mezcal and miso
Handful of fish heads fermenting inside a Mason the genesis for this garum, lil brush on the Boston lettuce a cheat code
Body over capacity but I'm pushing the limits, ain't no monotonous moments in paraiso, won't find this shit at the bistro
Might hire a 50-piece orchestra just to quietly play me the instrumental for Peacoat, that line ain't nothing to decode
Can't say the same bout the others, that's what turned a nigga to painful pollex magician amongst these functional digits
To them, this GPT templates and gimmicks
To me, this particle physics
That's why my prism is iridescent like neck of a pigeon
Halibut cheeks need dimension, I scorch the surface a smidgen
My ego need some attention, I been successful in starving it
Valet, no parking it
GLE guts could never be basic, ironic they tinted calcium carbonate
Canopy ornament Punxsutawney, retreat to burrow with press of a button
Yuzu wasabi composite sit Miyazaki-adjacent in case the BMS richness could use a good bit of cutting
Guillotine if it's desolate
Creatine with the deficit
Protein, rice, and the mescaline, vinaigrette, daily regiment
Living life got the best of him
Still get shit off the muscle but now I'm trimming the tallow
Kiss a pic of my momma before I enter these battles
Bought a Bentley off of Twitch, I gave a Beamer to my bitch
I bought myself a vintage Benz, then I bought 7 more of them
I'm a lowrider till the end, my blue Impala my best friend
I'm blowing fire to the wind, I'm admired and I'm conspired against
I'm a giant, I could step over the fence
She gon choose me over him, and bet I'm always gon win
Cuz I ain't nothing like them, we don't attend the same events
GS400 Lexus, Wallo he ain't wanna send me his
That's alright though, he still my friend, I wake up and I'm counting ends
Rolling joints and burning em
Suede interior up in here, this shit like peanut butter Timbs
Like the caramel out the Twix, she bit off more than she could chew
Fucking round with me, I'm way too cool
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Writer(s): Caleb Hill, Austin Sardoni, Benjamin Imani Glover, Connor Bulkeley Krane
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