Woah

(Conan)

And they wish they could change him
The mansion where his maids live
Don't talk to him in Danish
Like woah
I don't speak your language
These albums are a ransom
Drop a track or get slammed, son

Conan
Grills made of diamond, installed them himself
Pop a bottle to his health
It's the doctor, Ph.D
Immunised the rap game
With pure extacy
Can't tell him nothing
Just listen, you'll see
The true essence
Of poetry
Uh

Conan
Forgive him for his manners
He barged right in, slid down the banners
Of the industry, close the door
Lost everything you were working for like woah

40-inch TV in the bathtub, you know the motive
40 dollar car, marketplace automotive
Handwritten letter, notarized
It's a note of
Retirement by your favourite poet
They threw the white flag
Don't blame 'em though
Know when I dropped they'd only gag like woah

Shout out to that '92
Fisherman, this one's for you
Crop pictures, float at pools
Scent dangerous, I see you move like woah
Cops on patrol
Tag you when you drive fast, they'll catch you when you drive slow
Not me though, ten feet above
Match them with a blindfold
I'll snatch you when you drive home
With my 18 dollar minx coat, like woah
Thrifty soul, catch me down at Five Below
Heavenly apostle
Modern-day Picasso
Like woah

Wake up, do my makeup, brunch on Sunday
Cross-eyed, hit a layup, jump a Hyundai
Yuh, mamba, 24, just that renowned
Only fear you won't like how it sounds

Sip shit spiked so silly
Clip hits, bite my Philly
Cheesesteak sandwiches, beats made average
Might fuck around and fly to Chile
I toss clocks, watch time fly
I cross borders, don't do time
No passport needed, deep thoughts seeded
Call me a taxi, send me home, like woah
Like woah
Like woah, like woah, like woah

(Conan)