Lyrics: Benjamin Glover/Isaac Piccolo
Music: Benjamin Glover/Isaac Piccolo
[Verse 1: Blvck Svm]
Study the roof of the Wraith like Copernicus
Driver is gripping mahogany tight as a tourniquet
I just got out of the studio, stay off the mic for a minute, your fingers might burn a bit
Rabbit cuisine on my sternum, it’s giving me chills like when that Moderna hit
Know how it feels to fight through the turbulence
I used to think that the pain wasn’t permanent
Still kinda getting acquainted
Paid off the pictures I painted
I like to dance on a canvas
Moncler goggles on me like Kurt Rambis
It’s an aesthetic decision, I don’t really wear em to help with my vision
I need Neosporin to christen my wrist and my fingers from all of these diamond incisions
I’m up in Momotaro getting roll after roll after roll
I kept on the NFG cuz it was cold, plus I’m a flexer, I’m playing my role
Spent a lil sack cuz the sushi expensive but I’m not complaining, it spoke to my soul
Next day I hit a lil re-up from selling some syllables scribbled all over a scroll
Posted up in a location remote, needed my space, security super enhanced
Spot got a moat full of gators, a roof full of snipers, a door with a retinal scan
Send me a text if you throwing me plays, my DND on but if it’s some bands
I’m probably gone sense it and run a lil route, I got Larry Fitzgerald impeccable hands
[Hook: Isaac Zale]
And I could see you clearer now
Now that my head is out the clouds
I don’t wanna do no pound-for-pound
Now I just wanna get back my crown
[Verse 2: Isaac Zale]
**** up her gown
Flip that frown, I’m back in town
My body hurts and my mind is down
I could buy you the birkin and not see smiles
The way I thought it (pray)
For the dearly departed (okay)
Everyone around my garden knows they can never be the one to get started
**** it I’ll blow
Back on the road
Spit out my soul
Feel in my bones
Getting too old
I don’t got time to fight you
Fight for the right to lie to you
Laughter is getting maniacal
The way that I love is not viable
I ain’t ever been too reliable
Shawty finna aim for my vitals
[Hook: Isaac Zale]
And I could see you clearer now
Now that my head is out the clouds
I don’t wanna do no pound-for-pound
Now I just wanna get back my crown