Curtain Lyrics

Quarter note drum roll I'm feeling the jazz

Quarter oz. I only brought two wraps

Tu-can Sam loopy

The crew rag tag looney

The 2 man band groovy

Piano man Jaco thinks he has three hands

I'm kicking buckets with a blunt and a drumstick in each hand

Eating handfuls of fungus, relaxed

Im higher than Sputnik

But falling down, bitch I'm Michael Douglas

I'd fed up, I'm publicly fucked up, smoke in my stomach

Either whipping the Cutlas, grip my nuts play my shit at your function

I'll chill with Jimmy Buffet

I'm the master of puppets

I'll pull the strings till the seams have been busted

Being the scenes, I'm mother fucking Gatsby

Life is a bitch, I'll fuck her in the backseat

Hotbox the Caddy, keep it classy

Send her home in a taxi

Rap and more wraps getting raspy

Damn, I smoked more than last week

Always classy, a bad vigilante

Man, nothing too flashy

Yo, why the fuck are these curtains so fancy

This a mighty big stage and we all up here acting

I ain't thanking academies

Imma do me, the rest will naturally

Okay, got a little deep in that last half

Like get a fucking CAT scan, take a fucking cat nap

Nine lives I think I'm passed that

I want the whole cake what if it's half assed

I'm trying to time the last laugh

Imma ad-lib the whole fucking movie, y'all in the laugh track

When the curtain close, we all gon' meet the maker

But we gon' make her wonder, who was her creator

It's all just a game, we are the players

We playing our part, we just the entertainers

Yo, where the fuck are my haters

Call my Dior cater

Save it for later

Spotify, call up a curator

Can't play the game, still hate the players

Shut the fuck, don't owe no favors

Self made attack dogs

Maniac, Zodiac took the mask off

Y'all some lapdogs

Bob Barker got your balls hacked off

About to lead the chase

Y'all still running in the steeplechase

Pouring out money like it's Drain-o

I ain't put it in my cup if it ain't mother fucking Cliquot

Would you know how that go

Hit a couple flow, low, slow

Then speed it up like a pro

This our manifesto, no shadow

Although, what do you owe

Am I status quo

Or this shit still just blow

Remember my name when it's gone

Someday I'll be gone, I'll live on in a song

Always looking for a new dawn

Still I question servants in Heaven

Kings in Hell, oh well

Fucking sweet, dwell on that while I bid you farewell

Okay, got a little deep in that last half

Like get a fucking CAT scan, take a fucking cat nap

Nine lives I think I'm passed that

I want the whole cake what if it's half assed

I'm trying to time the last laugh

Imma ad-lib the whole fucking movie, y'all in the laugh track

When the curtain close, we all gon' meet the maker

But we gon' make her wonder, who was her creator

It's all just a game, we are the players

We playing our part, we just the entertainers