Whiskey Sour
The Møjavi Burn
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What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour When it rained, it poured, you couldn't tell if I shaved The face ain't weathered, it belies my true age It's too real to stage, I be on that instrumental Like Luke Cage with overdue rage Let my words lock your head in a headlock Headshot, I'm focused like infrared red dots It's natural like dreadlocks to rock the foundation Like bedrock, like chili peppers I'm red hot That's word to Anthony Kiedis Maybe I'll trend if I put a crew sock on my penis And troll in a manner disrespectfully egregious Like recording myself bucking at portraits of Jesus I'm too short with the ditzy, dizziest, oblivious of Idiots, my style, it be the most hideous Ironically, like Nike I just do it the prettiest The praise, gimme it because I be the Busiest spitting straight grittiness What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour Get that bread is my mantra, my motto You would know that if you followed my staccato Niggas think I'm phased by their false sense of bravado Thinking shit is sweeter than bottles of Moscato But that's their business, their Bobby Brown prerogative I'm tryna get this bread and tryna keep from getting audited And wind up one of Uncle Sam's many, many hostages I'm tryna understand life and think positive I'm a writer-sonnets, haikus, and limericks Low-life degenerates make themselves my nemesis But I ain't tryna beef with them, that shit it never benefits Flow pivotally-riveting like Rosie the Feminist Icon, when it's all said and done, you'll holler My song which I bear like a koala if I Leave it up to you, I'd be fucked up in squalor If it don't make no sense, it damn sure don't make no dollars, nigga What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour What's good? I prefer my drink on the rocks if you could I'm rather chipper, I ain't trippin', I'm just sitting in my Corner calm, sippin' on my whiskey sour What's good? Wuh-wuh, wuh-what, wuh-what's good? I'm rather chipper, I'm trippin', I'm just sittin' in my Corner calm, sippin'... sippin'... sippin' If your tryna throw salt in the game, then you're a lame And it pro'ly makes you sick to your stomach to even mention my name Now that's a shame, who's to aim for the blame? I'm the one with 91 octane for the flame Like Seabiscuit on the beat, I gallup on the track It's a delicacy like a scallop in your mouth My style fresher like the Ceasar salad with the ranch I possess that lyrical metallic avalanche
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Written by: MALIQUE STARKS
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