Flatbush Zombies - Club Soda lyrics

The high, exalted professional like DJ Clue
I might get lost like every night
Hell, my life like, a vivid picture
A porno movie smoking Buddha with shooters
Maneuvering the steez
Sharp like a Ginsu, I bleed for your sins
I'm G double-O-D
Believe what I feel, feel what I see
Do what I want
Why you trying to do what I do?
Stay in your lane, young man
I do my thing, young man

Although I never made a reason to lie
I kiss the sky
Her imagination bleed into mine
We intertwined
Divine to a T, cop you want from me?
The cops cop from the bums
The bums cop from me
True say, young virgin eyes are from demise
Where the pun is bite the curb and die
I improvise not your televised reality
Your dreams are falsified
Now you pivot on your wish to
Be wise as third eye
Long shot, one try, lead fly

Body like Michelle Tucker
Fuck her like I love her
It's simple as we break
It down on instrumentals
Straight killer ninja, bounty on your head
Wrap you in your sheets, defecate, suffocate
And bleed
As you plead, give me all the ganja
The money
Being broke, ain't a damn thing funny
No taxes, dirty money circle like the axis
Wax this dab shit
Young, high, and black, bitch!

Whoever said tricks are for kids
Don't know this bitch
Real nigga, vintage apparel, and fake friends
Real niggas make it apparent and make ends
So I architect the future
Embarrass the fake brands
Say, word, man, them niggas, they nervous too
We on the cusp or something
Creatin' starting to brew
Making these movements
Plus you do the interlude
But I won't produce unless you nude, miss
Otherwise you useless, yes, you useless
So light a new spliff

Pop up at your funeral shirtless
And spit on your hearse, bitch
The worst is, nigga, you worthless
Better off dead, so you lay in a dirt ditch
I'm better off dead cause
There's zombies emerging
Soon the ideology will be full surface
And I won't have to go back
To snatching purses and yapping Urkels
Semi-automatic, leave the funeral service
Mother with running mascara
Clutching the hearses
Dark nigga but I never bow to the serpent
What is your purpose?
Hopefully on the crossroads you learn it
That's if you earn it, that's for certain
Money on my mind, marijuana my taste buds
Young, black
And deprived so the world I shake up
Who's your maker, look me in my eyes, nigga
Meet your maker, Meech your maker

It's me
From the top floor view, I can see it all
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long
Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long
They say it's lonely where I'm at
But shit, I'm quite cozy in the Jag
They say it's lonely where I'm at
Shit, quite cozy
I'm sitting at the outdoor desk
With my pants off
FaceTiming my little mama back in France
Speaking broken english My golden
Features is the
Reason why they stroke my penis
When I sing songs
It's like a stroke of genius
I'm Eric Clapton in a black Benz, stack ends
You can tell my eyes are
Blue through the mac lens lord, cleanse me
For dead soldiers pour Henny uh, pour it
The peppered steak was salty
But I ate it cause I love her
She put sugar in her vegetables
She grew up in the gutter
Tater tots with every meal
Her body like a goddess
Fingers, toes are polished
Super Sport Impalas
Red flowers, that's to signify a new start
Cause without you
I've been living with a blue heart
Mixed emotions from the purple got me cloudy
Got me wiling, got me speeding in the Audi
In Maui queens shit
Peace to my motherfucking brothers
Flatbush, yeah you know we too high to die