mercurymorris

New set of Burberry specs from London was flown

The shadow extend to my orbital bones

The cloth I'm cut from is sewn

With thread imported from region unknown

The cotton sustainably grown

Essentially, I'm in a league of my own, uh

Couple of notches I'm kickin'

I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo

I planted a handful of dreams in the soil

That not even inclement weather could spoil

My garden, it turned to a forest

Scattered with numerous truffles to forage

Canopy thicken with every new chorus

Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris

I ran up a check in Bal Harbour

Hamstring tight from the tempo

Cullinan, UK-assembled

I drive it so careful you think it's a rental

The sausage infused with the fennel

It post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles

I take a look at the total and make the gratuity halfway identical

I'm rockin' Prada like Chelsea, I lace 'em up tight to hike to my pinnacle

Hittin' so many of my goals, I turned to Lukaku, my finishin' clinical

Yeah, cook up a sizzlin' sermon and get in that mode like a minister

Might need a couple more pews 'cause I got 'bout three hundred thousand parishioners

Chain on chest like Vicks

Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh

I don't feel pressure for shit, uh

No point in wastin' a blitz, uh

You could search every dimension

I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh

Thought about switchin' my form

But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh

Chain on chest like Vicks, uh

Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh

I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah

No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah

You could search every dimension

I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh

Thought about switchin' my form

But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, yeah

**** been trackin' my moves

Like I got a chip on my shoulder

I stay in the booth, got somethin' to prove

My confidence pebble to boulder

My neck is employed as an icicle holder

My wrist was the hirin' manager

I get the green from the grammar

You can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja

Never no problems with studio stamina

Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king

I go in whichever direction it brings

I don't waste my energy flappin' my wings

From skull to talon to beak

I cut through the clouds and get what I seek

I pull in a couple of racks every week

My closet done turned to a freshwater creek, yeah

Chain on chest like Vicks

Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh

I don't feel pressure for shit, uh

No point in wastin' a blitz, uh

You could search every dimension

I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh

Thought about switchin' my form

But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh

Chain on chest like Vicks, uh

Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh

I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah

No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah

You could search every dimension

I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh

Thought about switchin' my form

But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix