Murakami Pancakes ft. Don Carrera Lyrics

Scrambled eggs over Murakami pancakes

Send the paperwork over, fuck a handshake

Never worried about how much another man makes

I'm up late thinking about how long these plans take

She on the beach wondering how long a tan take

Shorty getting pretty thick for eating plant based

I heard you boys doing numbers that we can't trace

They find a couple yes-men and call that shit a fanbase

My lady gorgeous, her portraits make the gram shake

I heard you tussled with your man over a gram of shake

They putting shame directly next to your name

When I see these niggas change it don't affect me the same

You might see a nigga smile but that don't lessen the pain

I was destiny's child but then my destiny changed

Yeah I'm definitely deranged

But, shit, I'm meant for the game

Might just step in your lane

I feel like testing my range

Come check me

I just whisper saint shit whenever she bless me

Standing next to the source you don't got to connect me

She'd rather come neck me before she stress me

Letters to yourself them boys never address me

Now I'm exactly what they couldn't be

We was in Jamaica off the white rice and bully beef

Seen blood stains on them wooden seats

I couldn't sleep

Got them charged up from all that energy they couldn't keep

For real

Scrambled eggs over Murakami pancakes

Send the paperwork over, fuck a handshake

Never worried about how much another man makes

I'm up late thinking about how long these plans take, damn

She on the beach wondering how long a tan take

Shorty getting pretty thick for eating plant based

I heard you boys doing numbers that we can't trace

They find a couple yes-men and call that shit a

Yeah, my lady gorgeous