Текст песни: Cognac + перевод

Oh yeah, thank you bartender

Fill that glass up, mhmm

[Verse 1: Jay Stone}

Slide it to the right, to the guy

With the hardly open kinda swollen red devil eyes

Slow motion like when you rubbing lotion on her thighs

Take your time and savor increments

She sippin absinthe through a piece of German chocolate licorice

Her nipples ticklish, reactions are ridiculous

You laughing but you into this

Get you high, we eating Cap’n Crunch and getting intimate

Go to sleep, what’s for lunch? You and your ginger friend

Now watch How to Be a Player, learn how to be a gentleman

You got it backwards, like it’s Simpson then it’s Ashford

Live fast crash faster

So rhetorical no answer for that oracle bastard

Vandalizing portable animatronic caskets in traffic

Safety hazard, bullets made of lead

Safety made of plastic, couple in his head

He dead, damn that was tragic

She shot him lying in the bed, his money in the mattress

It’s practice

And every O face that she has, it gets added to the average

I’m batting that, pinch of Bali Shag, jack hammer and a dab of wax

From the B’s, I’m the bees' knees as a matter fact

As I ratatat I pitter patter through your habitat

Causing chitter chatter, I’m just that cool

Freezing, steezing, chiefing a fool on the beat

Then I eat 'til complete and I’m full

Like I seen broccoli with the taters (With the taters?)

Country fried steak, poached eggs, and Welch’s grapes

I got drops of Cognac on my gators (On your gators?)

Screaming «It's all good» from Diego to the Bay

I just bought a new jacket, yeah I got it from Stoney

I don’t even watch hockey, I’m just supporting the homie

That’s that New York Ranger danger, yo get on the phoney

And when I answer the phone I’m in the streets, I ain’t home

Monster Rally on the beats, and yes me, I’m Jay Stone

Your mom’s favorite date for dinner, want the meat and the bone

I’m like hold on miss, you want the fish and the marrow?

I’m in the IROC '87 Chevrolet Camaro

Eating cannibis soufflé, sipping on an IPA

I’m the pharoah of the Bay, from my grandma Che

To the 14K draped on my bicuspid

Cold chilling by the lake, away from niggas on that sus shit

I’m the stigma of a stoner, Smoker’s Hall of Fame inducted

Try to get inside my head, my brain’s encrypted and corrupted

All these psychoplasmic tangents leave you nauseous and disgusted

Like drinking raw eggs with some mustard, tapioca and some custard

I’m a soldier with no musket, tryna fuck shit up

Plastic explosives, a couple nugs and some Reese’s cups

I’m speeding goin fast as fuck, she said that ain’t fast enough

I hit the gas I’m 'bout to bust, grab that ass that fluffy stuff

She giving me that sweet that nasty, that gushy stuff

Teddy on repeat, close the door, turn the music up

And pour a little more courvoisier in my cup

It’s been a long exhausting day, I need some vegan donuts

Hey, it’s over folks

Yeah it’s over

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