Pablo
Walk in the room, their jaws drop
Talk of the town without applause
Walk on the moon no hollywood set
All that's around was built with these paws
Profound with the loud I'm the wizard of oz
All of my munchkins slangin these bars
Got a witch from the west and she bad as hell
22 yellow bricks shipped in the mail
My encryption is hidden, my fancy is hittin
All of your feelings with something I've written
Calling it different ain't homage enough
The love that we're getting could start a religion
Asserting dominion with all of my kinsmen
Making these figments only in your mind
I do not have dreams and I do not have goals
My prose exposed the most divine
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type
Either MDMA
Audio
Audio
Audio
MDMA Audio
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type either
MDMA
Audio
Catch me in the kitchen
Cooking up
And serving all this bass
Feel like Pablo, Esco
No no, Picasso's the
Only way
Servin it up to all of the dope fiends
Protools Cookin all of the dope beats
No rules? Bitchin, im gonna wreck things
Send it to Harlem, maybe SHECK Wes things
Send it to Dre, have him inspect things
Send it to dot, hope he respects me
Send it to god, no question
Ready to pop? No question!
Man whoa, Fuck, ya this shit is really good ya
Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now
Man whoa, Fuck, ya this shit is really good ya
Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now
Crack in these tracks, Man i feel like I'm Pablo
Come at me now, me llamo Diablo
Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound
Fall to the ground Geronimo fly
Shut up the haters, my nuts in your faces
No fucks will be given if you cannot take it
No luck for the wicked who workin for payment
I just wanna stick it in all of their faces
So you just wanna stick it in all of their faces
No luck for the wicked who workin for payment
No fucks will be given if you cannot take it
Ship up the haters, my nuts in your faces
Fall to the ground Geronimo Foy
Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound
Come at me now, me llamo diablo
Crack in these tracks, man I feel like I'm Pablo
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type
Either MDMA
Audio
Catch me in the kitchen
Cooking up
And serving all this bass
Feel like Pablo, Esco
No no, Picasso's the
Only way
Talk of the town without applause
Walk on the moon no hollywood set
All that's around was built with these paws
Profound with the loud I'm the wizard of oz
All of my munchkins slangin these bars
Got a witch from the west and she bad as hell
22 yellow bricks shipped in the mail
My encryption is hidden, my fancy is hittin
All of your feelings with something I've written
Calling it different ain't homage enough
The love that we're getting could start a religion
Asserting dominion with all of my kinsmen
Making these figments only in your mind
I do not have dreams and I do not have goals
My prose exposed the most divine
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type
Either MDMA
Audio
Audio
Audio
MDMA Audio
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type either
MDMA
Audio
Catch me in the kitchen
Cooking up
And serving all this bass
Feel like Pablo, Esco
No no, Picasso's the
Only way
Servin it up to all of the dope fiends
Protools Cookin all of the dope beats
No rules? Bitchin, im gonna wreck things
Send it to Harlem, maybe SHECK Wes things
Send it to Dre, have him inspect things
Send it to dot, hope he respects me
Send it to god, no question
Ready to pop? No question!
Man whoa, Fuck, ya this shit is really good ya
Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now
Man whoa, Fuck, ya this shit is really good ya
Double cups and double bits we eatin really good now
Crack in these tracks, Man i feel like I'm Pablo
Come at me now, me llamo Diablo
Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound
Fall to the ground Geronimo fly
Shut up the haters, my nuts in your faces
No fucks will be given if you cannot take it
No luck for the wicked who workin for payment
I just wanna stick it in all of their faces
So you just wanna stick it in all of their faces
No luck for the wicked who workin for payment
No fucks will be given if you cannot take it
Ship up the haters, my nuts in your faces
Fall to the ground Geronimo Foy
Heat in the sound, Jupiter bound
Come at me now, me llamo diablo
Crack in these tracks, man I feel like I'm Pablo
Flipping all these drugs
I feel like my new
Name should be Pablo
Not the typical type
Either MDMA
Audio
Catch me in the kitchen
Cooking up
And serving all this bass
Feel like Pablo, Esco
No no, Picasso's the
Only way
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Adams
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