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defcee & boathouse - popovich offensive lyrics

[verse 1:defcee]
naturally, they been askin’ me to rap the truth clever
for future generations breakin’ in new eras bossin’ up a few levels so now it’s ringin’ out whenever i put my foot down like a loop pedal
that final chapter closed the moment the room read you their only lucky charms, green clover, blue bezels
acolytes hit the lab and begged me to go ‘cuz only a seasoned goat can make everything in this stew special
stompin’ at n+z+s, imagine the moxie greasy as a chopped cheese wrapper under hot wings name along the flank of this pen should say lockheed martin
warn rtc not to drop me before skies of profits
rocket out the scarlet me behind the times when starvin’
broke my pockets wish sandwiches were the only time i stacked bread
thick figure body and my temper like a match head

[verse 2:mick jenkins]
didn’t need a phillips, didn’t need a flathead i left them school+faced and flabbergasted
no false flag and they wavin’ a check of ones in my rearview exhaust laughin’ at n+ggas
sayin’ what i can’t hear you we chop trees, ain’t buildin’ no log cabins
just grow houses and boat houses no crease on me, use coat hangers, can’t fold ’round us
no folk furs, no hoes round us or moat ’round us
figure i got bridges to burn, digits to turn
no rotary phone, i live and learn, most n+ggas don’t
no holdin’ me back and boldin’ with facts and say what they want yeah, and still i try to keep it low+key
we on this water, man, you n+ggas know me

[verse 3:defcee]
deicidal, idle hands on that sacred goat at heaven’s gates, neck is draped in a chain of smoke
only acceptable response to that name is no
their grand marshalling parades chasing vacant floats
none of my enemies are close enough to plot on me
then again, i don’t wear anything worth a robbery
my body is the same shape as buddhist pottery
and i decorate it in grayscale and honesty
my barber never earned less than a’s in geometry
fan+based street, my discography is theology
living above the laws of physics like religion head splitting
’cause i spilled all the spillables from my system
they should press the lead foot on the break metal commissioners of the game done gave them a fake schedule
eye drops drying out the cyclops’ lenses
you could still catch us in the skybox flexing

- defcee boathouse lyrics

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