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nathaniel mann - linen lyrics

elderflower liquor in my gin drink
imma make it for myself cause i ain’t really worried what the kids think
midtown daps like i’m chris fink
letting the kitsch sink, into the kitchen sink, think quick
i think i’m big noyd, i think i’m sl!ck rick
i think i’m very much in need of a stiff drink
they told me life is a b-tch, i met her recently &
asked her what she want in a man she said a stiff (well)
and sensitivity n power n the essence
cause insecurities make it doubtful that you’ll be present
i’m nash & i’m on my pivot i’m dashing i’m more conspicuous
than ever even in the solid colors that i’m dressed in
book of rhymes is a jewel box like dresden
tomahawk jam like desmond
i don’t wanna monologue fam cause i’m not quite desperate
not just my will but not quite destined

a day at the beach
i’m drinking alone, i’m makin a speech
i smoke inside violating my lease
i been a student of this game for a minute but i’m aching to teach (i said)

broadway roth like it neat no chaser
coif stay pomped with the cheap low taper
i got all the sugar i dont need no neighbor
caught her sneaking in tryna creep on vader (we got a code six)
leave the premises immediately
there ain’t nothin’ if you tryna wikipedia me
i’m eager to be, everything i know i am
it don’t matter how low i am
i never sleep just work, homie told me ‘send me the book’
and if i’m asking him then taylor prolly send me a look
and if i’m asking him then vader prolly send me a hook
to h-ll with if/whether it’s getting me booked, i’m just incredibly hooked

a day at the beach
i’m drinking alone, i’m makin a speech
i like my money like my shoes, i hate when it crease
and i ain’t sell my soul to make it increase, i’m tryna make it in peace

behind the man is everything that you imagine
half of it is practice, half of it is p-ssion
half of it is mad dull, half of it is action
spitting till i’m red getting hammered with my faction
laxing, looking like i shred my gnar
i took a trip to the bodega then i lit my gar
i leave a beat feeling as if it had been hit by cars
i know that ain’t n0body better when i spit my bars (it’s like)
a day at the beach
i’m drinking alone, i’m makin a speech
i’m layin’ low n i been faded for weeks
making way for day to break it ain’t an ankle and it ain’t the police

the sun’s shining

that’s the sun shining (on magazine beach)

- nathaniel mann lyrics

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