Tableau Vivant

Stumble out the jazz bar
Suede bucket and a pack of Spirits
Said a prayer for myself in my last song
I hope my pastor hear it
Blackened earrings, magic mirrors
First to rock this fashion here
I saw my homie on the block and he's a cool cat
Diamonds matching with the team, that's a lucid dream
All my cronies with the rocks, you need a pool mat
Couple hundred horses, we got ponies for the jocks and I'mma pull back
Let's shift gears
Wait a minute, let me get the time right
(The time right)
Raise the bar like my cellular a Klondike
Hold it like Mufasa, count my guala, holla, holla back
Gwen Stefani
Hallelujah
Halle Berry
Liberace
And I'm kinda mad
My venom from the snakeskin boots cost a pile of cash
Maybe it's Versace
Feed me grapes without the grape skins too
Phony fakes is into cloning, they need A Vince 2
And they need A Vince too

I can't see myself when I look in the mirror sometimes
Won't you tell me what that means?
(Means, means)
Yeah

I keep seeing shadows in the alleyways, yeah
Green in my tobacco and it's Cali grade, yeah
Fonzie with the bitches like it's Happy Days
I'm sick of pretending like I'm cooling
Went to therapy on Saturday
She told me I ain't spending all the time I should be spending
Listening to intuition, too much liquor I been sipping
Overthinking past decisions, I ain't chill, that's blasphe-missing the point
Black and blue from the greys
Lips is kissing a joint
Need a minute, I can't get the time right
(The time right!)
Blinded by the darkness, 2020 when it's hindsight
I been greening out when having visions of the limelight
I been high as hell and I ain't fine
Hella faded, why they celebrating?
Why the hell the waiter keep on checking on me?
Got my weapon drawn, I'm 'bouta detonate it
I don't fear death
False navigation made me veer left
Gotta get right
Sipping fine wine in California, Chateau Marmont
This shit should be in the MOMA
Tableau Vivant
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Degrange
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