CSLSX - Burt Reynolds (Desert Visions) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm tipping Through the tunnel At last I'm back Out of that Fast b**hes And stack riches Sipping a Saranac Battle raps Or back of the bar Got a stunner On my arm Charm heavy When he putting it on And if I stay Dipped in Hedi Slimane For YSL And I spell rhymes That won't ever sell I'm high as hell But she fly as hell Riding shotgun In the whip Honeydips They want him back Black, he trying to get rich Or die trying Why science Won't ever keep me From crying I'm meditating On buddha Dreaming about The Mayans Silver Mount Zion Kingsley Amis I'm almost famous And always going for delf When history leave you nameless If it's lost black magic It's guns, germs, and steel Twentieth century Is just more than whip appeal Live for simple meals Puffing krill And zinfandel So I'm living well Your homegirl like it She kiss-and-tell [Hook] It's the year of the honeydip It's the age of the money grip From the club To the whip To the crib To the bed To the world that I struggle with [Verse 2] I'm in the Night sky pushing A black-tint In the range Spinning the lanes And sick of days Spent in the rain Stick to model chicks Sniff c**aine Rod Lavers And Sky Pagers And thick gold chains It's all the same So we play Orwellian, rap For Machiavellian, stacks Lush Vida Rock Sun in your back This is dream rap Sitting on chrome Ethan Frome With Zena gone He sleeping alone It's for the dome And it's on Rap, win ‘em Black, we back in ‘em Half-sleeve gingham Junya Watanabe Lee denim Chin chin ‘em On top of the globe South Philly Forever pretty He repping the show That's how it go In a low goose Grand Cru Grandstanding And band-standing the jam, too It's Lushlife You know the name I stay sane Blessing the mic Listen close You hear a puff From the stress in the night [Hook] It's the year of the honeydip It's the age of the money grip From the club To the whip To the crib To the bed To the world that I struggle with [Coda] Hope when I go (No thrills) Sleep ‘til I dream (Coke, pills) Work ‘til I die (Broke still) Dope boy magick (So real)