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tabby - umami lyrics

[hook]
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it
nah, f-ck that

[verse]
i chose the sofa over queen sized
yolk over steamed rice
meditate to keep chi warm as steeped chai
be warned, he seems nice;
under skin lies a beast of a feline
drag a dude like a rip of the peace pipe
then chuck the duce, see trouble in cheeched eyes
forbidden fruit seems ripe, solid chomp for
team and three vines will free mind
no budging in these lines, sucka
cut the chit chat like crotch shrubbery
f-cked with ya’ll, now nads bluer than sully’s
vocals b-ttery enough for dean to wanna
chop em up with some colored cutlery
busting nuts on marble statue busts
i’m a lover of art till guards catch me
long cardigans donned to match dong, that’s fashion
stun samaritans with varied kicks and carry along
i’m snatching spans of attention whores
who charge for expansions and fan polaroids
saltines salty he ran from campbell’s, floored
damsels after link damaged; man’s gannondorf
can it, dork, y’all put real coin towards cam gals to squirt
the token snow maestro capture tolken’s work
in single stanzas. trove of cabbage crammed in zags & smoked
yeah, your slop got hogs herding
me? got sucked off while watching bob’s burgers
villain an exquisite mystic, spit in the caviar, curses!
cop like, “walk a line,” i’m jogging polygons perfect (perfect)
yeah officer, i’m that rad
true as matt mcconaughey cast as batman
my dukes up, prudes, i’ma snap with panache
spit fuel, spark it, boom, rap’s a good match
these goofy goons got groupies groovin’
tune in, tots! true music’s ruined
roll out autotunes while prime perusing trough
vinyls dipped in violet sprite, screw politeness, loser
dupe your crew into hazardous fumes
gasping’s all too familiar; happens when you’re asked to spit oops, phantoms can’t lend a hand if they transparent
flukes, go back to dad, ask for cash to pay tutors out tombs
(bangarang) rufio do the noise that you do (okay)
i’ma free these f-ckboys from the clutch of a hook (okay)
opponents’ focus bogus, folks, porky, close the cartoon (d-mn)
tabby that dude who’d dip confession booth
leave father burnin’ baggie of pooch poo
crooks of sin scoop youth with crooked grins
debut tape like godot platin’ couscous, wait
two times ain’t enough, f-ck it, play this noob to doomsday

[hook]
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it
d-mn girl, let me get it, let me get it

[outro: bigquint]
see, tabby found solace in music. instead of identifying by his anxiety, he chose to use it as fuel for his art. you realize a lot of people face relative fears and desire to prove that their inherited negativity can be transformed into something positive and tangible. and then there’s times where he’s c-cky as a motherf-cker for no godd-mn reason

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