CRÈME BRÛLÉE ft. Jarv Lyrics

Look what I… do to my… self

Fuck it, I'll ruin my health

Look what I

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to

Yeah

Look what I

Look what I do to myself

This what you call the Big Apple

Shall I use the fire God gave me to burn incense all day long?

No thank you!

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to

Fuck it I'll ruin my health

This what you call the Big Apple

This where you rot if you let you get put on a shelf

King of the castle in socks with the sandals

A village of vassals in suits and Chanel

Keep it movin, never stand still

Or you get trampled

Put a few tools in the belt

Scoop the krill, eschew the shells

Cook a meal, consume the kill, brush the gills

A root canal's not on sale

The Devil's in the details

Me, I'm in a Coupe De Ville, yeah

Loose skills what I use to build the foundation

Now they get dude is real

You know it's diligence due when you do a deal

If it was only one weapon, I'd choose a shield

Riddle me that, or would you rather be dead?

Put a battery in a back and that's a battering ram

We be happy to use a head

For anything 'cept for planning ahead

And the bank know we need the cash in advance

They call it "hedging a bet"

As a matter of fact

The most tactical attack is to practice defense

It's not right, but parry the left, redirect

Exacting revenge make a man a marionette, ah!

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to, fuck it

Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth

You'd assume I'm suing myself

True to my well known traits I stay

Root of my selfish ways I stray

Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day

Or there'll be hell to pay, cuz I'm a

Mental case with a gentle face

Burning my earnings, that's crème brûlée

I ain't playin unless I'm gettin paid

Cuz I ain't sayin nothin just to say it

Just sayin, I'd rather be straight up than complainin

But nowadays everyone is afraid of the confrontation

Are you takin shots, or just pump fakin?

I'm done with these fuckfaces tryna paint me as ungracious

They would play me for dumb if I was

And would pay me in chump change if I'd take it

Nothin you say could be treated as factual

Deceitful people with capital

Seekin to feed you a mass produced Happy Meal

And if you eat it, then that's on you

But I guess we all do what we gotta do

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to, fuck it

Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth

You'd assume I'm suing myself

True to my well known traits I stay

Root of my selfish ways I stray

Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day

Or there'll be hell to pay

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to

Fuck it I'm usin my belt

Whippin that ass forth and back

Assuring that I'm truly felt

Melt fools with abrasive prose

Raisin the roof of the vacant home

Take it to the limit and push it over the edge

In a minute you gon be entering the danger zone

Make it known

We the shit

Take the throne

And then plead the 5th

Hand on a Bible, I swear to god

If she leave the spot with me I'll please the bitch

Skeet and dip

Bust and bounce

Dirty mu fucka with a dusted style

Make rap pay till I cop a PJ

I'll take to the sky then I'm jumpin out

Crush the ground and break through the crust

If you a regular man, this stuff would toe tag ya

Me and you? We're not a similar person

In the center of the Earth I'll be swimmin in magma

Maybe I'll build a lil place down here

Put a lock on the door and I'll think of a password

I'll send an invite to the Devil's wife

All night, blowin her back out, bending her backwards

Then I'll pop back out to the heart of the city

With a manhole cover medallion

Tie a rope swing off of the Brooklyn Bridge

Swim one mile? Fuck it, I'll swim a thousand

Gimme a mountain, I'll chop it down

Get your father, I'll knock him out

Until I get eliminated, I ain't calmin down

I got my face all bloody and I'm on the ground, ugh

Look what I do to myself

I'm going hard I have to

Fuck it I'll change my life

Make my way to the light

Arrange my brain with a knife

Set my sights on a gig in the sky

And fry every gigabyte in my digital drive

A live wire gon rise and fly

Assumin my divine intervention arrives in time

Where I'm good and ready for it

Nevermind, I don't wanna know

I'm wanna be living according to what I feel in my soul

It could go in any direction

It doesn't make any difference

I keep it movin, illuminating a room in a prison

But livin life for the vision of others would be inadmissible

I'm kickin over the barricade and takin a grip of dough

Flippin the middle digit and dippin in a rented Rolls

Look at what I do to myself

Look what I do to myself

I'm goin hard as I have to, fuck it

Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth

You'd assume I'm suing myself

True to my well known traits I stay

Root of my selfish ways I stray

Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day

Or there'll be hell to pay