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blvck svm – ​komodobelt كلمات اغاني

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tailor let out the waist on the yamamotos
needed an excuse to get belt composed of komodo
8pm at milos, i treat the menu like bogo
tucked away the noose ’cause they told me “stop takin’ photos”
the saganaki descended from mount olympus
god of sleep, loafers turn marble floor into nimbus
yuzu and the fennel turn centerpiece to a gymnast
waiter need a microscope just to locate the remnants
stormin’ when i leave but i’m used to miami tempests
i call up a submarine, sh_t is tintless, i’m in a fishbowl
lately n_ggas been gettin’ greasy, don’t want my sh_t scoped
i ask the driver “cut through the bayfront,” he turn to dish soap
wishbone, n_ggas is dressing, prestigious connections
and label chicken investments wasn’t an option
coogi head to toe, tryna free my body from toxins
way my fans finedin’ might put the sweat up for auction
every single track a concoction of gourmet paraphernalia
st__zy regalia, and lingering fear of failure
the needles came in the mail and lil shorty told me “be careful”
i think we on different pages, i tell her it won’t impale you
i paint with oil_based or acrylic, i guess it’s not too important
my ill_strations recorded for congregations enormous
the truffle oil is imported from a location remote
couldn’t tell you specifics but i know it came on a boat, with a handwritten note
several irons in fires, the flame beneath ’em i stoke
the wood crackle and glow, i stare at the smoke
i laugh to myself like somebody told me a joke
my stars started aligning, must be that celestial timing
because this wave i been ridin’ turned to a tsunami
been figuring out my flavors, i finally mastered umami
now i’m lookin’ like a defensive lineman with both these thigh pads
tweakin’ with the safe, i forgot the digits to bypass
stand in front the scanner, remove the burberry eyeglass
door slowly open itself like a horror movie
empty out my pockets, now i need a husband stitch on the ksubi’s
the lines burned in my palms turn ’em to poems
in my brain it’s a lot goin’ on
i got a tendency to steer my ship straight into storms
i wouldn’t be a sk!lled sailor if the ocean was calm

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