Pink Moscato Lyrics

New cone, same Swiss Gelato

Skoop family aficionado

2018 Pink Moscato

I came up then hit the plateau

Right brain like mushy peas

Left brain like tinned tomato

Chef'd up wirth the old passata

Them man move cloak & dagger

Fat-cap Montana Chrome

Ten bags on smoked burrata

I spread love like sobrasada

Fox in the hen coup

Caught with a textbook left hook

Perdido manyana

Half-cut when I left The Pear Tree...

Shafted with the dead canaries

Must be the weed I'm bunnin'

Pure fucked trynna get to airdrie

Aye mate keep the meter runnin'

Dear lord what are we becoming?

Sleep with the reaper's cousin

Fear no repercussion

What? d'you hink that's deep or suhhin?

Yous are giving the pig's cheek

I'm cooking Bucatini Amatriciana in a pizza oven

But I guess that's entertainment...

Smoked out no ventilation

Arepas from the Venezuelan

Rice and Peas like my ex Jamaican

Yous are basic as egg and bacon...

With extra bacon

Turn up no reservation

Last bus back just left the station...

So much for a special occasion

I would stay but my taxi's here and the mood just sank with the last of the flat rose

Shit's all good just know what it is don't ask me to act no way

I gave enough blood, sweat and tears put years in the confit duck leg cassoulet

Sometimes it's nice round here up north, sometimes it rains in San Tropez