sumac

[Verse: Blvck Svm]

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 thеm, this GPT templates and gimmicks

To me, this particlе 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

[Verse: Curren$y]

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 go'n 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

I’m way too cool

East side, can't get stuck I gotta move

Ain’t got no time to lose

At all times

Every time