Yeezy Water

Lemon butter on lobster
Yeezy's same color as pasta
I'm trying to line up my chakras
Past-life, I was a rasta
I grew up playing Contra
Now contraband in my console
Angel wings on a monster
Big pockets, thats a Moncler
Spilling whiskey on my Off-White's
My next move always unclear
Close my eyes and I see it there
350s paired on my etagere
Diamonds dancing like Fred Astaire
Hearts cold like December air
I'm a sinner but I'm sincere
I was baptized in rich and rare
Take a shot before I say prayer
But these days its E.H. Taylor
EA, I'm in the game
Get the money, won't be the same

Smoke sativa, eat ceviche
Kanye aint the only one that said I needed Jesus
Wasn't washed up when I showed up on they beaches
Could probably walk on water in my 700's easy

Smoke sativa, eat ceviche
Kanye aint the only one that said I needed Jesus
Wasn't washed up when I showed up on they beaches
Could probably walk on water in my 700's easy

Easy like Sunday morning
Fell asleep in a foreign
I woke up in Ralph Lauren
Told the pastor he boring
Told his daughter she gorgeous
Woke up in Ralph Lauren
Fell asleep in a foreign
Skir, skir, skir, I floored it
I could turn a Mazda to a Maserati
I just poured some bourbon in my yerba mate
She say that I need to learn the words, I'm sorry
Shoutout to the broken hearts and dirty money

Smoke sativa, eat ceviche
Kanye aint the only one that said I needed Jesus
Wasn't washed up when I showed up on they beaches
Could probably walk on water in my 700's easy

Smoke sativa, eat ceviche
Kanye aint the only one that said I needed Jesus
Wasn't washed up when I showed up on they beaches
Could probably walk on water in my 700s easy



Credits
Writer(s): John Crown
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