Serena
We all descended from decadence
I pass down tough skin to the delicate
Elegant delegate here on earth filling the desolate
My soul rich, while y'all in deficit
Phase define and definite
I remind and reminisce
And design with eloquence
So many methods you could say I'm a Methodist
Emperor eminent
Here sniff, my scents heaven sent
I respect the kings that understand how the peasants live
You say take it back to the essence don't know where essence is
Open you eyes realize it's where my presence is
Freaking flows, feeding y'all, unfolding my fetishes
Fettuccine, believe me, your pedigree be beneath me
Sipping Bellini's feeling serine magic Houdini
Serena Im serving them
Venus to Mars
Deepest of scars
Make or break but you see who you are
Give me my space and I'll reach for the stars
Start pulling cards, I'll go and discard
And start with your discog
And end feeling so charmed
Laying the law like I studied the Bar
Getting barred for spitting the bars
Hit up a bar, sip and create me a calm
Fortune tellers reading my palm
On a Sunday the irony's odd...
Running your spot you should check out our quads
After that check out our squad
We ain't sheep, as you can see, we like the lamb of god
We ain't sheep we like the lamb of god
It ain't sweet even then we on the job
Get set free to lead ya
We have great things to teach ya
I pass down tough skin to the delicate
Elegant delegate here on earth filling the desolate
My soul rich, while y'all in deficit
Phase define and definite
I remind and reminisce
And design with eloquence
So many methods you could say I'm a Methodist
Emperor eminent
Here sniff, my scents heaven sent
I respect the kings that understand how the peasants live
You say take it back to the essence don't know where essence is
Open you eyes realize it's where my presence is
Freaking flows, feeding y'all, unfolding my fetishes
Fettuccine, believe me, your pedigree be beneath me
Sipping Bellini's feeling serine magic Houdini
Serena Im serving them
Venus to Mars
Deepest of scars
Make or break but you see who you are
Give me my space and I'll reach for the stars
Start pulling cards, I'll go and discard
And start with your discog
And end feeling so charmed
Laying the law like I studied the Bar
Getting barred for spitting the bars
Hit up a bar, sip and create me a calm
Fortune tellers reading my palm
On a Sunday the irony's odd...
Running your spot you should check out our quads
After that check out our squad
We ain't sheep, as you can see, we like the lamb of god
We ain't sheep we like the lamb of god
It ain't sweet even then we on the job
Get set free to lead ya
We have great things to teach ya
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Writer(s): Jonathan Hoard
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