komodobelt
Blvck Svm, Pilotkid
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Tailor let out the waist on the Yamamotos Needed an excuse to get belt composed of Komodo 8 PM at Milos, I treat the menu like BOGO Tucked away the noose cuz they told me stop taking photos The saganaki descended from Mount Olympus God of sleep loafers turn marble floor into nimbus Yuzu and the fennel turn centerpiece to a gymnast Waiter need a microscope just to locate the remnants Storming when I leave but I’m used to Miami tempests I call up a submarine, shit is tintless, I’m in a fishbowl Lately niggas been getting greasy, don’t want my shit scoped I ask the driver cut through the Bayfront, he turn to dish soap Wishbone, niggas is dressing Prestigious connections and label chicken investments wasn’t an option Coogi head to toe, tryna free my body from toxins Way my fans fiending might put the sweat up for auction Every single track a concoction of gourmet paraphernalia, steezy regalia, and lingering fear of failure The Needles came in the mail and lil shorty told me be careful I think we on different pages, I tell her it won’t impale ya I paint with oil-based or acrylic, I guess it’s not too important My illustrations recorded for congregations enormous The truffle oil is imported from a location remote Couldn’t tell you specifics but I know it came on a boat, with a handwritten note Several irons in fires, the flame beneath em I stoke The wood crackle and glow, I stare at the smoke I laugh to myself like somebody told me a joke My stars started aligning Must be that celestial timing because this wave I been riding turned to tsunami Been figuring out my flavors, I finally mastered umami Now I’m looking like a defensive lineman with both these thigh pads Tweakin with the safe, I forgot the digits to bypass Stand in front the scanner, remove the Burberry eyeglass Door slowly open itself like a horror movie Empty out my pockets, now I need a husband stitch on the Ksubis The lines burned in my palms turn em to poems, in my brain it’s a lot going on I got a tendency to steer my ship straight into storms I wouldn’t be a skilled sailor if the ocean was calm
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