Champagne

Vintage tube amp as a melody for high fidelity Crunchy like celery, I write your elegy And there I still embellish these fucking dirt walkers With the aura of a humble rhyme-sayer and bubble wrap layer Slay a Double Dash player, sayonara, say your prayers Now you caught it like the vapors, it's the order in the chaos See I sipped a lot of bottles, ripped it full throttle Yo, the G.R.E.E.N. T. I drink the pet nat Step the f*ck back I haul ass like bar staff, a tall sip of Pa's Schnapps in a flask Matter of fact, yo, a large batch in a vat I hit the road, Jack, you hit the tarmac Systematic exploitation of vocabulary storage Here to subsidize the market in supply change shortage For the handover meet me at the clearing in the forest Tough neck business Not the trigger finger but the mustache itches Crush mad... chicken wings for lunch, snap pictures Catching the vibes like Bobby Hutcherson I clutch the sun inside my hand, let there be light My squad deep like Barry White