CRIMEAPPLE - Wet Dirt lyrics

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
(The-the-the-the)  These are a few
Of my favourite things

Revelations, revelations revelations

You keep doin' the same shit, I'm doin' me
All this outreach from people that
I used to see (whatever)
I been doin' it myself
What could you do for me?
Feel like the whole world where
My foreskin used to be
Whole hood in back of me
Watch me defy gravity
You sad I'm on top? Just
Have a Clorox daiquiri
Reynolds rap shit in record time
Now my line jumpin'


Came off the bench, now you
Layin' in the pine, cousin
(what? cousin)
Yeezy backin' Trump, cops killin' babies
They puttin' my people in
Cages, Flint water, still tainted
(still tainted) i put a ocean between us
Everything ain't wavy
Still let a groupie rape me to
The sweet sound of eukalailies
(sound of eukalailies)
Used to waiting for excruciating periods
Now I write euphemisms for euthanasia
To this flow you phrase (all my phrase)
Sixteens for a pastry
Twenty-four for a Mercedes (for a Mercedes)
Don't act crazy, fucksticks
We all got your ladies (toma)
I was told "Dream modest" but
I did not conform manteca on the sleeve
Fresh cap with the Molotov (Molotov)
Shootin' movies on the same block
I was poppin' corn
Every red light, I think "XXXTENTACION"
(TENTACION) whoah

Got it straight out the wet dirt
(straight out the wet dirt)
Got it straight out the wet dirt
(straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(straight out the wet dirt)
I been lappin' motherfuckers had
To stretch first (stretch first)
Whoah i got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I been lappin' motherfuckers had
To stretch first (stretch first)

Got off the turnpike from raw way
(from raw way)
Watchin' users shit themselves right
In broad day (right in broad day)
Hall of fame from the hallway
The load I haul got
Haters emulatin' Salt Bae (Salt Bae)
Dutch is full of alphacross, that powder talk
Some free merch
All it take to knock your coward off
(your coward off)
These rappers ass, I can't vouch for y'all
Takin' label meetins'
Feelin' like I got my salad tossed (whoah)
No hair dye, no leggins' fam ()
Rich crackers still incineratin' pentagrams
Mothers mourn
Placin' faith into a reverend's hands
I was born
My pops started shavin' extra grams
(extra grams) behold Death on a white horse
I never fold, never ran or took a night off
(nope)
I got my stove clickin' from the right sauce
Spiteful chickens wanna drain me
Of my lifeforce
My pheromones make Fashion Nova freaks feral
I palm an asscheek and tell
'em we can see Palermo (see Palermo)
My pen is like Panara sealed in panoramic
Weed smellin' like a ferret
Got your plug embarrassed skip the carats
Charles Schwab in a laundry mat
(in a laudry mat) i still employ discretion
This is more than rap
(this is more than rap)
Bag a bitch lookin' like all the snacks
My calf muscles still brolic
Who you callin' fat? (callin' fat?)
Whoah

I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I been lappin' motherfuckers had
To stretch first (stretch first)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I got it straight out the wet dirt
(I got it straight out the wet dirt)
I been lappin' motherfuckers had
To stretch first (stretch first)
Whoah

You know what this is? (yeah, it's coke)
Yes, but that's a kilo of coke
(How much is it worth?) twenty-five thousand
(Damn) no damn damn, that's damn good, ok?
(A'ight, I'm sayin')
This shit on the street
That's garbage that's crud that's washed
With acetone and kerosene
(This-this-this) This is the best product