Big Smoke ft. Brian Lentz Lyrics

46 year old divorcee

All she wants is crab cakes and Rombauer chardonnay

I can be civil but I'm no civil engineer

I don't know how this shit works, if it chirps I'm steering clear

I pop out there and here, probably dip before you get a glimpse

They say a lot of shit but I'm not convinced

I could have some faulty hardwiring, enemies conspiring

Candy Gang campaign, my family inspire me

Me and B-Lentz, Duane Kuiper Mike Krukow, I'm poolside with a Lisa Kudrow

40 degrees celsius back home, but I'm cool though

I dare you to find a better duo

Sweat beads, I'm young, old, and sexy

Everything I do is perplexing

I might slide back to the states for a burrito

Fat sack of indo, then back to the cathedral

They try and kill the creativity

They couldn't get rid of me like Jimmy G

Bittersweet symphony

I had to express myself, espressos with the nicotine

Blunt force trauma to my chest like Zinedine

Got so many mini-me's, gossiping around us get you injuries

They ain't seen nothing like me in centuries

I came at you sensibly, you chose your own death ostensibly

I promise to do it reprehensibly