Dominick's (feat. Quelle Chris)

Yo, caught up in the riptide, second-hand apartheid

Surfer curl, the spliffy jiffy faster than my empty guts could answer with a follow-up

Choking on a coping mechanism

While the Wheel of Fortune spins like a religion

Catch a catechism like a prism catches light before it breaks it up

Stems and seeds, pretending like this forest ain't the trees

In some amalgam, what it's taken up, requested for a manager

Arm and Hammer makes the cut, the most exotic dancers

Work the line and dot, dashed until ellipsis leave me speechless

Nectarines are only naked peaches with less sweetness, now

If every name you've ever given never registers

The only names you live in are on name tags

And the register I'm asking you to use for simple orders won't surprise me if it's broken

I only wanted fries, what are you smoking?

Running the median of the lake shore

Holding a two-handed great sword

Give me whatever I make a case for

Shout out to Ceschi and Fake Four

I don't fuck with Jet Skis and wakeboards, I'm too frightened

I'm a post-Crisis new Titan

I shoot ice and throw strikes of blue lightning

Yeah, I be writing with lil' bird feathers

And I got the nerve to think that I deserve better

My therapist said, "Take up space"

So I'm probably 'bout to make mistakes

I been on the job a long a time, my boss on my ass

For taking my eighth piss break

I tell you some shit to make you spit take

They said it's too late to make a mixtape

I painted my face and bought some wrist tape

So many things I bought and misplaced

I need to drink less coffee and lift weights

Uh-huh, yo, yo

To hold the world in the palm of my hand is what my plan is

Your man's sick, my voice sits all over the bandwidth

I used to ride the 66 Authority Transit

Afro-futuristic-documentary-fanfic

Animated, I see you by the hairs of my chin

Glad you made it to the showroom

We've got a lotta different patterns that we can show you

Cool

Hey, what exactly are you lacking?

Got a sure thing brewing if you could provide the backing

I'm packing for a rocket trip to the moon and back

I wore my lucky socks and I snacked on a Scooby Snack

Hey, I'm talking Lucy in a tab

I'm fly across the universe, I'm checking two bags

And I got two to carry on

Mama warned me there'd be days like this, she grew me up very strong

Yo, yo

Trap out the Chambo

Tryna make a Billy Dee's, **** flip for cheese on you, like Lando

And shine like the sun, be like us, don't be mad, bro

Been all that and some since white folks clapped on three and one

All these rappers ignorant, I am not interested

You just got funny clothes on, you are not interesting

I hit the Dougie like Rico when I put inches in

I got a wicked pin, it's like Chico's got intended

This shit's intrusive, it must be ice cream or excellence

The crowd applauds, I'd be like, "Uh, my exact sentiments"

Y'all faces bored, like pictures gathered on Pinterest

My vision's scored by Hans Zimmer on shrooms

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