Bourbon and Bison Burgers in B Minor

Just how long is she go’n’ keep it up I’ll keep serving up these platters ‘til they’ve had enough Actually prolly keep it up until it’s been too much You go’n’ feel this shit in your fucking gut Stomach fit to bust and this shit still is only lunch Maybe not even that, let’s say we call it brunch Big doobie blunts in an ashtray that’s from Vienna bruh Bourbon in my coffee eating bison patties with my eggs Four roses in decanter, Woodford set beside the bed A Dozen roses in the center of the table So many truths hidden inside all of the fables Light a spliff but herb infused butter is on the table I’ve been this bitch since in the cradle They needed spoon fed, I grabbed a ladle Why they act like that cord is still attached to their navel? Drinking milk, we’re eating game seasoned with Holy Basil Pour a round, maybe three You know we keep holy trinity Baby said slow it down I think it’s heading to blaspheme How could that ever be, this is me Crack the case, let ‘em see A product of God’s grace that’s truly free And pour a round, maybe three I’m really tryna go the distance I really can not stand the distance I hope you hear this shit and dance Nah I know you hear this shit and dance The sun is shining bright, laced with purple ribbons I’m barefoot in the grass to ground myself in this world line If I didn’t hold it down I swear I’d take flight Get everyone on board and shit I just might Crystal glasses look like prisms, toast to life L’chaim, every breath is praise to the most high The days are evil, it’ll put your stomach in knots, so sip some wine I know sometimes the only way to stay sober minded is to roll up a light high Meditate on gods greatness in the shade of lapis lazuli trees Never a single gimmick baby listen every word you hear is truly me Pour a round, maybe three You know we keep the holy trinity Baby said slow it down I think it’s heading to blaspheme How could that ever be, this is me Crack the case, let ‘em see A product of God’s grace that’s truly free And pour a round, maybe three I really hate the way they make prove it But not as much as I hate the idea I lose it Feel like they feelings sensitive as fucking tulips But f it man this beat is going fucking stupid Dropped a dozen songs, a project, and the album is in the tuck Beats for days put the rest away what’s coming now is fresh cut I hope you’re starting to feel me in my tempo I hope you understand the ten fold Lentils stewed in spices over rice But go against the grain And what I’m pushin is not a rental I don’t give two flying fucks about your motions there’s no one else in my lane And the shit is right on schedule I know the train was rolling slow But if you didn’t know before, man, you should really know Mango sherbert in the fronto And when I sip it tends to send my eyes low Moods can come like to and fro But steady as the river flow Pour a round, maybe three You know we keep the holy trinity Baby said slow it down I think it’s heading to blaspheme How could that ever be, this is me Crack the case, let ‘em see A product of God’s grace that’s truly free And pour a round, maybe three