The Alchemist, Roc Marciano - The Turning Point lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Roc Marciano - The Turning Point lyrics]
Swab the deck, Indian Ocean
Ibuprofen, pots are broken the
Safe's pried open
I boasted while the duck got roasted
And posted, my jacket was poached
I provoked it fifth on the hip bone
Flip a hippo, then hit the bistro
Wrist glow like, disco lights, Morris Day
Michael Knight, I'm wearing fahrenheit
A rare knight bite the pear when it's ripe
The old banana in the tail pipe
The fishscale's white
The hammer's held tight the impolite
Is sniped and thrown out in the turnpike
Uh, burn a joint, I'm at my turning point
Tryna earn points
The herb we burnt was turquoise
Maneuver the leg, black lens
Metal Medusa head
Le Coq Sportif, leather rooster egg
Triple beam balance between fabric
Established, fucking on a king size mattress
Good with the iron, I'm a blacksmith
Weak tactics, resort to pay street taxes
Armani scents at the barber with pimps
A french peppermint, 85 percent's mescaline
I went to sketch the next testament
The nectar was sipped
I slipped dick in a specimen
Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though
(Have a blast)
Move weight, it's conducive to muscle growth
Double the gross, fuck a humble approach
In coach
Light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope
Colorful coats, cope
The gold spirit was evoked
I can feel it gettin' close
You hear that? What's that?
Ibuprofen, pots are broken the
Safe's pried open
I boasted while the duck got roasted
And posted, my jacket was poached
I provoked it fifth on the hip bone
Flip a hippo, then hit the bistro
Wrist glow like, disco lights, Morris Day
Michael Knight, I'm wearing fahrenheit
A rare knight bite the pear when it's ripe
The old banana in the tail pipe
The fishscale's white
The hammer's held tight the impolite
Is sniped and thrown out in the turnpike
Uh, burn a joint, I'm at my turning point
Tryna earn points
The herb we burnt was turquoise
Maneuver the leg, black lens
Metal Medusa head
Le Coq Sportif, leather rooster egg
Triple beam balance between fabric
Established, fucking on a king size mattress
Good with the iron, I'm a blacksmith
Weak tactics, resort to pay street taxes
Armani scents at the barber with pimps
A french peppermint, 85 percent's mescaline
I went to sketch the next testament
The nectar was sipped
I slipped dick in a specimen
Blocks is desolate, we still hustle though
(Have a blast)
Move weight, it's conducive to muscle growth
Double the gross, fuck a humble approach
In coach
Light up the roach and spit a bundle of dope
Colorful coats, cope
The gold spirit was evoked
I can feel it gettin' close
You hear that? What's that?