Nastéy Lyrics

Vanity Fair

More like vanity circus

You think your fancy clothes can get beneath

These hand-me-down genes

I think Uranus has more to do with love affairs

Than anything material

We gotta keep it weirder now

Pick up the fork and shovel up the poo

Your PC litany inspires hari-kari more than artistic sensibility

You'd rather play favorites

Than let things regulate

Praise and criticism go down the same drain

That's what Georgia O'Keefe said

My Home and Garden, for starters, aren't

You, smell like a fart

Old broccoli

Sorry, not

I'd rather keep it hot round my trousers

Got the power

No doubt

About it

Ill

Nowhere together

Don't work together

Nowhere together

No work

Don't work together

Don't

Don't work together

Nowhere together

Nowhere together

No

Keep it together

Yeah

Who you doing deals with in the dark

Who you trading upwards for my love

Who you making trades with in the dark

How deep in the basement is your love

Heard you got called up the board

They said that you were like a sword

I didn't say a word

Who you shaking down on the curb

Claude

Is he cool

I heard he's got a tattoo

Oh, he's got a few

They're not on his face, are they

Mom, you got a tattoo on your face

Don't play, that's just a little bit of pastry

Nah, it's just cause the song is slow

Cause it's for old folks

Like Ho Ho Ho

Scribbledy-dibble

Let me try to throw it down on the track to make it worth somethin'

Try to come outta the dirty south with a slow mouth

That's not allowed

I do gotta throw down on the track when I can

Hope the DJ would keep the beat spinnin'

But I got a feeling it's gonna die

Cause I know I'm

Cause I made this track and I didn't drag it out that far yet

Cause it's already fuckin' 10 minutes

Y'all wouldn't wanna hear me rap anyway

I mean, you probably did, but

They keep telling me I got nothing to say

Except whiff trophy

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Nah, see, fuckin all That

Man

On the very simple beat

Cause I wanna meet ya

I wanna prove that I got the skills to rhyme in the present tense

I don't wanna keep you in suspense

If I know I got the back I'm not gonna come with the wack

Dig it

I don't wanna call my name out

But I do wanna shout

So what you want me to shout about? You

I can

Yeah, I can shout about everything about you

I can barely move

I just wanna stand and look at you

Oh, how many points ya got

A million and two

I can cruise

Oh yeah

Don't think I forgot about rappin'

Don't think I fell asleep

I just like the Kreep

Them's my peeps

You see

I just live on the beat light

In the dark with my eyes closed

I don't wanna impose too much about myself

I just wanna soumersault in the astral realm

Do go tell bout it if ya felt it

I love the way you paint

I think everything about you resonates

That's why it's so hard to dance

Cause I dance so good

But I gotta come back with the rappin

Cause I rap so good too

Haha throwdown, right?

Craklin' the mic like Nikky do

Pour it on Dwight, white anatomy

I think in hindsight we'll all think everything that was best was flattery

Possessed to a higher level

Feeling the, you know, the whole Hero's Journey thing

I just wanna make you dance in the dark

But I know you can't take your eyes off the spark inside

Of diet lightning

Try it

Tonight

Put your hands on your hips

Put your hands on my lips

Can I feel you with my fingertips in the dark

Are you a shark on Wall Street

How many points you got

You got more than me

Can I have two or three

Trying to get a house for my family

If you help my dream come true

What my s'posed to do for you except touch your breasts in the dark

Hark, the herald angels sing

The herald angels sing hark in the dark

Hip-hop

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