Tabby - Umami lyrics
[Hook] Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it Nah, f** that [Verse] I chose the sofa over queen sized Yolk over steamed rice Meditate to keep chi warm as steeped chai Be warned, he seems nice; Under skin lies a beast of a feline Drag a dude like a rip of the peace pipe Then chuck the duce. See trouble in cheeched eyes Forbidden fruit seems ripe, solid chomp for Team and three Vines will free mind No budging in these lines, s**a Cut the chit chat like crotch shrubbery f**ed with ya'll, now nads bluer than Sully's Vocals bu*tery enough for Dean to wanna Chop em up with some colored cutlery Busting nuts on marble statue busts I'm a lover of art till guards catch me Long cardigans donned to match dong, that's fashion Stun samaritans with varied kicks and carry along. I'm snatching Spans of attention who*es who charge For expansions and fan polaroids Saltines salty he ran from Campbell's, floored Damsels after Link damaged; man's Gannendorf Can it, dork. Ya'll put real coin towards Cam gals to squirt The token snow maestro capture Tolken's work In single stanzas. Trove of cabbage crammed in zags & smoked Yeah, your slop got hogs herding Me? Got s**ed off while watching Bob's Burgers Villain an exquisite mystic. Spit in the caviar. Curses! Cop like, "walk a line," I'm jogging polygons perfect Yeah officer, I'm that rad True as Matt McConaughey cast as Batman My dukes up, prudes, I'mma snap with Panache Spit fuel, spark it. Boom. Rap's a good match These goofy goons got groupies grooving Tune in, tots! True music's ruined Autotunes roll out while Prime perusing trough Vinyls dipped in violet Sprite. Screw politeness, loser Dupe your crew into hazardous fumes Gasping's all too familiar; happens when you're asked to spit. Oops. Phantoms can't lend a hand if they transparent Flukes, go back to dad, ask for cash to pay tutors out tombs Bangarang, Rufio do the noise that you do I'mma free these f**boys from the clutch of a hook Opponents' focus bogus, folks. Porky, close the cartoon. (damn) Tabby that dude who'd dip confession booth Leave father burning baggie of pooch poo Crooks of sin scoop youth with crooked grins Debut tape like Godot plating couscous. Wait Two times ain't enough. f** it. Play this noob to doomsday [Hook] Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it Damn girl Let me get it Let me get it [Outro: BIGQUINT] See, Tabby found solace in music. Instead of identifying by his anxiety, he chose to use it as fuel for his art. You realize a lot of people face relative fears and desire to prove that their inherited negativity can be transformed into something positive and tangible. And then there's times where he's co*ky as a motherf**er for no goddamn reason