Cognac (feat. Brandon Rayson)

(Oh yeah, thank you bartender
Fill that glass up
Mhmm)
Slide it to the right
To the guy
With the Harley open
Kinda swolen
Red devil eyes
Slow motion like
When you rubbin lotion on her thighs
Take your time and savor increments
She sippin absinthe
Through a piece of German chocolate licorice
Her nipples tickleish
Reactions are ridiculous
You laughin but you into this
Get you high
We eatin Cap'n Crunch and gettin intimate
Go to sleep
What's for lunch
You and your ginger friend
Now watch How to be a Player
Learn how to be a gentleman
You got it backwards
Like it's Simpsons then it's Ashford
Live fast crash faster
So rhetorical no answer
For that oracle bastard
Vandalizing portable animatronic caskets in traffic
Safety hazard
Bullets made of lid
Safety made of plastic
Couple in his head
He did
Damn that was tragic
She shot him lyin in the bed
His money in the mattress
Practice
And every O face that she has
It gets added to the average
I'm battin that
Pinch of molly shack
Jack hammer and a dabble ax
From the B's
I'm the bees' knees
As a matter fact
As I ratatat
I pitter patter through your habitat
Causin chitter chatter
I'm just that cool
Freezin steezin
Chiefin a fool on the beat
Then I eat
Til complete
And I'm full
Like I seen broccoli with the taters
(With the taters?)
Country fried steak
Pouched eggs and Welch's grapes
I got drops of Cognac on my gators
(On your gators?)
Screamin it's all good
From Diego to the Bay
I just bought a new jacket
Yeah I got it from Stoney
I don't even watch hockey
I'm just supportin the homie
That's that New York Ranger danger
Yo get loose(?) I'm the phoney
And when I answer the phone
I'm in the streets
I ain't home
Monster Rally on the beats
And yes me, I'm Jay Stone
Your mom's favorite day for dinner
Want the meat and the bone
I'm like hold on miss
You want the fish and the marrow?
I'm in the era 87 Chevrolet Camaro
Eatin cannibis souflet
Sippin on an IPA
I'm the pharoah of the Bay
From my grandma Che
To the 14K draped on my bicuspid
Cold chillin by the lake
Away from niggas on that tough shit
I'm the stigma of a stoner
Smoker's Hall of Fame inducted
Tryna get inside my head
My brain's encrypted and corrupted
All these psycho plasmic tangents leave you nauseous and disgusted
Like drinkin raw eggs with some mustard
Tapioca and some custard
I'm a soldier with no musket
Tryna fuck shit up
Plastic explosives, a couple nugs and some Reese's cups
I'm speedin goin faster
But she said that ain't fast enough
I hit the gas I'm bout to bust
Grab that ass that fluffy stuff
She givin me that sweet that nasty
That gushy stuff
Teddy on repeat
Close the door
Turn the music up
And pour a little more courvoisier
In my cup
It's been a long exhausting day
I need some vegan donuts



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Marcel Coleman, Ted Feighan, Brandon Rayson
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