Willie The Kid - Cabernet lyrics

[Verse 1: Willie The Kid] Somewhere sipping a Cab blend Catch a cab to the cabin Camping at the Canyon Compatible companions Pretty women Medicinal use for lemons Clementines cleansing Dinner time, Patagonia coats Watching Michigan & Clemson My clique popping Clicquot Decode the G-code You n***as clumsy Money clumps like Oatmeal Ill like a meal worm, The Fly Rag and Bone jeans Perseverer leather sh** Custom made pieces you will never get Get your real life like your twitter life (When) Life gets dark Just preserve every bit of light And be thankful Low hanging fruit falling far from a tree Let the winds carry the seeds And see what it be Meanwhile, Willie The Kid'll sip Bellinis f**in' bad b**hes Counting money on a Sunday Believe me, mediocrisy is not enough That's why Aquamarine Been coming soon for Six Months Bask in the moment For a moment Wild like two MILFS Muffled moans, muff-diving on it Notice n***as never show gratitude The car got attitude The crib got character Terrace altitudes Terry cloth robes, a narrator Narrating greatness To narrow-minded n***as Go figure, the real thing Not a figurine Fingerling potatoes Tangerine gastrique Strict on my lady friends Bend over backwards To prove worthy Then I bless 'em like the clergy Willie get the paper, call it clerical Call me anything But don't compare me n***as be hysterical I take pride in being me Paid for my parables Very good merrigolds Planted, every pair of jeans folded On a Merry-Go-Round In the walking closet, I never lost it I mighta lost interest. Slight difference