FIVE STAR MEMOIRS ft. ERROL HOLDEN Lyrics

I'm at the Tambourine Room, beef tartare

Hidden under a blanket of caviar with a taste, that'll carry on

To the next course

Truffle pasta, paired with the perfect Bordeaux to overload my senses

Culinary perfection, my sections like a scene from Succession

Black ties and suits, seated in Le Coucou

This French bitch I chose to step with, made a pretentious entrance

We approached with grandioseness,

Groping her ass in front of old wealthy investors

Married men spill their wine, staring at her while sweating

Out there toupees, touche, it was a random Tuesday

Ordered the lemon crepe souffle and duck two ways

My five star memoirs, the sauce chef recommended, splendid

I arrived the hour before my reservation

They still happily seated me with no hesitation

Placing my phone down before I hit the restroom

The sink had gold handles and sweet almond hand soap

Let's dance slow to the live pianist, grab my hand its

Enough time before the food comes, the mood's young

The dishes we shared seemed taboo once,

Blue fin tuna and puffer fish

You fuck with this?

Spit it in your napkin if not, just do it decent,

Wash it off with the Riesling

This bottle is from New Zealand

Sweet, my five star memoirs,

Its all chef recommended, splendid

Silk tablecloths at the Waldorf, on top of it is beef stroganoff

And poached lake trout with egg sauce and parsley potatoes

My wardrobe is a silk black Celine pajama shirt

I'm eating alone, needed time to zone, from what my girl seen in my phone, I'm raunchy

I've been here for three weeks straight, they wanna comp me

I call the room, told her, listen here, come down, meet me in Bull & Bear

When you show, maintain a level of savoir faire, I leaned over and I asked

What are you having, low and slow, she whispered back

For beginners, I think the Wagyu Carpaccio

The waiter eased up and said, great choice

In a androgynous voice

then handed me a dessert menu

I laid it down and told him, headed to the men's room

To no surprise, she cut her eyes

Her hair cut short like Jamie Lee Curtis, my true lies caught up to me

Walked in the bathroom, the towel attendant said, what up to me

Five star memoirs