BLASÉ Lyrics

Who are your heroes

It's like he had christ repellent

Triple 6's under his tweed wool

Fashion mogul meander yellow pee and a ski toll

God was like give this motherfucker a fantasy

A house next to the Atlantic sea

Hectic man manic alignment to profanity

Salt water dreams dolphins in his deep pool

Clairvoyant girlfriend predicting his death in her dream school

Doubts his own success

Since he sold sess then reinvested in

The most protested formulas of west

Destiny's test deaf

Definitely not Tiffany's mess

Heart shaped locket fell from the hole in his pocket next

Lebanese rugs wet

Blood stained color of his Corvette

Mash the gas until there's no more Russian gas left

Four fifty a gallon bet

Foreign cars in a domestic market

Eat the parfait at Target

Parlay where the shark shit

Blasé parlay where the sharks shit

Blasé smoke haze

Parley where the sharks shit all day

Awol can't afford nothing less

Freedom held by paper the Federal Reserve press

Lecture in the notes never step down from clefs

Cliff felt the last foot dragged when its felt found death

Better to have knelt now neph

Then the welt from belt around neck

Sound a thousand angels and hell hounds having sex

Magical realism announcing nouns and sound effects

All the way down to the profound ground it affects

Money move mountains but the mountains can still get hexed

If there ain't no one counting cause who's going to count on context

Count Dracula dizzy til the fountain of blood blessed

Modern Mary Magdalene mounted and fondled fully dressed

Who are your heroes motherfucker

Who are your heroes motherfucker

Who are your heroes motherfucker

Conquistadors machismo chisme

Like priests pledged to do right but another indecent these days

I wrote this out going south in the breeze on the freeway

Headed somewhere warm in keys wishing Kei was the dj

To whatever it amounts I trade my beach towel to keep space

Careless the captains been the antihero's leeway

Behead the men your hero's hero feet paved

A narrow path for self ego death the dick nose delays

A lot to transfer out with amigos for Pete's sake

You could freebase these bars

Be alarmed for it's the chico's cheat day

Instead of eating I feed the farm

People weak in arms tired of carrying beacons of bombs

Guilt free buttery custom fees, visas and songs

I wrote this with one fifty in charms

NFT your mom's crib to sell it for shellfish, penne, parm

NFT your mom's crib sell if for shellfish, penne, and parm

3-D print yourself a heart kid

Awol can't afford nothing less

Freedom held by paper the Federal Reserve press

Lecture in the notes never to step down from clefs

Cliff felt the last foot dragged when its felt found death