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big lettuce - torvehallerne lyrics

[intro]
got a nice blanc right here, you know?
shouts to carlsberg too, though
we was on the carlsberg
but we all about it, on that kronenbourg
shoutout to elly at the airbnb
you know what i’m saying? got that good sweater
haha

[verse 1]
got the bud from denmark, got the woods from sweden (know we had to make a trip)
dumped the wood guts out then i put the weed in (i mean, sh+t, that’s self explanatory)
ran out of the woods, thought we were swisher sweetin’ (that’s not what that red box is? oh no!)
we was on them red classics, that european (oh that’s that european, oh he worldly now, okay)
…like i been somewhere
i’m at thе 7+elven before you knеw i even went somewhere (oh he at the 7+eleven? there he go!)
oh i went somewhere?
up in norse, bout to blow my f+cking rent in there
up in høst, five courses, do the most
and i got the wine pairing, baby make a toast (clink clink)
bunch of babes got the good asics on their toes (run it!)
that got me in my mode
oh, thought i was finished?
we ain’t in finland
i be out shopping and everything vintage (peep this armani)
1664 blanc what i’m sipping
got some mediocre weed i’m bout to spark when we’re dipping (yuck)
béarnaise, remoulade
saucing on ’em, extra hard
hold my calls, keep all my texts at large
tell the bank i’m disputing any extra charge (f+ck that!)
[refrain]
baby show me around
i’m loving this town
the sun don’t go down
the sun don’t go down
the sun don’t go down
baby show me around
i’m loving this town
the sun don’t go down
the sun don’t go down
the sun don’t go down

[interlude]
shoutout the flute man you know what i’m saying?
i hope he hears this
i got that kroner for you next time i see you for real
(we was on them cigars, i don’t know what you call them cigars. they weren’t dutch masters but they were dutch masters, you know? we were smoking them danish dutch masters. shoutout christiania but that weed was not great!)

[verse 2]
wake up, grab that booster
i’m outside early, lately i ain’t been a snoozer
up before the roosters
donkey bike, i coast the c+n+l on a cruiser
10 am i start the boozing
because my car a continent away, that sh+t super
kronenbourgs at the 7, grab the two+fer
one blanc, one rosé, i’m getting looser
ain’t a clown but i amuse her
been down bad but i never been a loser
know my swaggy ain’t something that you’re used to
ain’t the villain but still ain’t the one you root for
your friends all say “lettuce, he so stupid”
but i bet they all playing my music
but they won’t say that
i gotta hear it through the grapevine like wayback
[interlude 2]
i ain’t got time for that motherf+cking bullsh+t for real
i ain’t got time (i need an irma bag full of kroner to the vip section of the hard rock cafe!)
i got a lot going on
sheesh i need a vacation from vacation! (they need to pull my gram out of jail too. i’m tryna f+cking flex)

[verse 3]
it’s 1 am, i’m tryna slide in her dms
but there it’s still 7 pm (oh)
i’m tryna justify it like hey, it’s the weekend
maybe she’s as drunk as we am (maybe)
got the bags in illum, i’ma fill em
got the bags in illum, we gon’ fill em
got the bags in illum, we gon’ fill em
couple beers out the meny, you know i’m chilling
what’s next though?
cold one out the netto
i’m a real one, no gepetto
i might put the p+ssy on a pedestal
hop up on my bike and pedal
right to your meadow
might save my money up, buy a crib in the countryside and settle
psh nah, you know i’m lying to you baby
but i be on my tiger, got me flying to you baby

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