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Scrambled eggs over Murakami pancakes
Send the paperwork over, fuck a handshake
Never worried about how much another man makes
I'm up late thinking about how long these plans take
She on the beach wondering how long a tan take
Shorty getting pretty thick for eating plant based
I heard you boys doing numbers that we can't trace
They find a couple yes-men and call that shit a fanbase
My lady gorgeous, her portraits make the gram shake
I heard you tussled with your man over a gram of shake
They putting shame directly next to your name
When I see these niggas change it don't affect me the same
You might see a nigga smile but that don't lessen the pain
I was destiny's child but then my destiny changed
Yeah I'm definitely deranged
But, shit, I'm meant for the game
Might just step in your lane
I feel like testing my range
Come check me
I just whisper saint shit whenever she bless me
Standing next to the source you don't got to connect me
She'd rather come neck me before she stress me
Letters to yourself them boys never address me
Now I'm exactly what they couldn't be
We was in Jamaica off the white rice and bully beef
Seen blood stains on them wooden seats
I couldn't sleep
Got them charged up from all that energy they couldn't keep
For real
Scrambled eggs over Murakami pancakes
Send the paperwork over, fuck a handshake
Never worried about how much another man makes
I'm up late thinking about how long these plans take, damn
She on the beach wondering how long a tan take
Shorty getting pretty thick for eating plant based
I heard you boys doing numbers that we can't trace
They find a couple yes-men and call that shit a -
Yeah, my lady gorgeous