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weed crumbs on my Murakami paperback
sandalwood candle baths -- where my game's at
i make six and i pay the tax
but the portfolio is well-stocked, that's how the paper stacks
get it? well stocked
your life's something like a well shot
mine? something Wes shot: well-shot
she got baggage like a bell hop
but the head so bomb when she blow i be shell-shocked
heh, just call me mr. ayatollah
nose full of coca, wall full of diplomas,
aroma of a marijuana smoker
chasing my dreams in a candy-paint cobra
fuck it, all this decadence is my therapist
but this gentleman is so elegant
i just strut through the city in my black tie
like i’m the next brown president 

yeah
we like samosas
we like mimosas
we like shah rukh khan and oprah
yeah
we sip tequila
out in sevilla
living the mother fuckin' vida
yeah
we on a campaign
to pop champagne
don't you know it aint a damn thing 
that's how a mother fuckin brahmin lives
that's how a mother fuckin brahmin lives (yep yep) 

my people went from
slumdogs scrounging to millionaires lounging
no running water to bellagio fountains
it’s the birth of a king, witness the crowning
and you know we give no fucks, like we some monks at shaolin
i flow smooth like a fresh shave
but my girl like it rough like an essay
cassette tapes like a sex tape
and she'll press play all damn night to the next day
and you know the team's up
vicki had a beemer before he had a visa
K was in the back seat chilling on some reefer
om on his chest but he's listening to Aretha
me i've got my feet up, i'm relaxed
flow give you that lean back
and in fact my syntax make her climax on these tracks
more kush i breathe that
more plaques i need that
was over my ex but she so cute i relapsed

i went to prep school in boston
with all of these high class kids
i had to get out of my rags quick
holes in my shoes, chopping lines in an aston
have you ever hotboxed a mansion
immigrant kid living lavish
the whole campus was LL Bean bags
and then me, a brahmin with his jeans sagged

yeah
we like samosas
we like mimosas
we like shah rukh khan and oprah
yeah
we sip tequila
out in sevilla
living the mother fuckin' vida
yeah
we on a campaign
to pop champagne
don't you know it aint a damn thing 
that's how a mother fuckin brahmin lives

we're all brahmins
know what i mean?

American Brahmin (prod. HTRCK)

@htrck

mama said i could be
king if i wanted to
but how can i become a king
if all i want is you?

bottles on the nightstand
we’ve been drinking til the sunrise
cuz it’s time for me to take the throne
and it’s time to say goodbye

but i don't wanna go
why you make me go
why you act so different, the distance making you distant
you make me make decisions i wish i wouldn't
i wish you lived in the mission n it was still the beginning
baby can’t you see that

i don’t wanna leave you tonight
cuz that’ll mean i leave you for life
baby i need you tonight
maybe i need you for life
but i gotta let you go

see i need more than just happiness, i need more than just love
i’m an addict for my ambition, i need more of my drug
with my perfectionist work ethic it kills me to see time pass
looking back at my last love it’s just memories in a time lapse
that's worthwhile? worth something? when there’s so much work to do?
legacy’s still left to leave, so many points still left to prove?
i’ve realize if i want it all i’ve gotta act like it and go for it
terrified that i’ll die young without a thing to show for it
it’s funny though, in the moments i’m so sure i’m so right
i take a sip of that single malt and i’m right back to that first night
i had no fans no mixtape but still, that show, you were there for it
now the crowd is like ten thou but I've got no one to share it with
it’s crazy what i would sacrifice, if i could be the best, i’d live half a life
 fuck friends, fuck love, i’d stay in and i’d work nights
but if i’m there on my deathbed and i never made those memories
i wonder in my last breath if i’d give a shit about legacies

chkrbrty

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