mercurymorris Songtext
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mercurymorris Songtext
New set of Burberry specs from London was flown, the shadow extend to my orbital bones
The cloth I′m cut from is sewn with thread imported from region unknown
The cotton sustainably grown, essentially I'm in a league of my own
Couple of notches I′m kicking, I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo
I planted a handful of dreams in the soil that not even inclement weather could spoil
My garden it turned to a forest scattered with numerous truffles to forage
Canopy thicken with every new chorus
Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris
I ran up a check in Bal Harbour, hamstring tight from the tempo
Cullinan UK-assembled, I drive it so careful you think it's a rental
The sausage infused with the fennel, it post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles
I take a look at the total and make the gratuity halfway identical
I′m rocking Prada like Chelsea, I lace em up tight to hike to my pinnacle
Hitting so many of my goals I turned to Lukaku, my finishing clinical
Cook up a sizzling sermon and get in that mode like a minister
Might need a couple more pews cuz I got bout 200,000 parishioners
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Niggas been tracking my moves
Like I got a chip on my shoulder
I stay in the booth, got something to prove
My confidence pebble to boulder
My neck is employed as an icicle holder, my wrist was the hiring manager
I get the green from the grammar, you can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja
Never no problems with studio stamina
Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king
I go in whichever direction it brings, I don′t waste my energy flapping my wings
From skull to talon to beak
I cut through the clouds and get what I seek
I pull in a couple of racks every week
My closet done turned to a freshwater creek
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
The cloth I′m cut from is sewn with thread imported from region unknown
The cotton sustainably grown, essentially I'm in a league of my own
Couple of notches I′m kicking, I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo
I planted a handful of dreams in the soil that not even inclement weather could spoil
My garden it turned to a forest scattered with numerous truffles to forage
Canopy thicken with every new chorus
Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris
I ran up a check in Bal Harbour, hamstring tight from the tempo
Cullinan UK-assembled, I drive it so careful you think it's a rental
The sausage infused with the fennel, it post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles
I take a look at the total and make the gratuity halfway identical
I′m rocking Prada like Chelsea, I lace em up tight to hike to my pinnacle
Hitting so many of my goals I turned to Lukaku, my finishing clinical
Cook up a sizzling sermon and get in that mode like a minister
Might need a couple more pews cuz I got bout 200,000 parishioners
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Niggas been tracking my moves
Like I got a chip on my shoulder
I stay in the booth, got something to prove
My confidence pebble to boulder
My neck is employed as an icicle holder, my wrist was the hiring manager
I get the green from the grammar, you can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja
Never no problems with studio stamina
Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king
I go in whichever direction it brings, I don′t waste my energy flapping my wings
From skull to talon to beak
I cut through the clouds and get what I seek
I pull in a couple of racks every week
My closet done turned to a freshwater creek
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
Chain on chest like Vicks, don′t need the flash on the flicks
I don't feel pressure for shit, no point in wasting a blitz
You could search every dimension, I guarantee that you ain′t finding these Ricks
Thought about switching my form but way I been scoring it's nothing to fix
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