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Pesto
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On Tour
Alternative Rap
Pesto was released on November 8, 2019 by Wikset Enterprise as a part of the album OOFIE
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AlbumOOFIE
Release DateNovember 8, 2019
LabelWikset Enterprise
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Morales
Patrick Morales
Songwriter
Antonio Hernández
Antonio Hernández
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Seltzer
Tony Seltzer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gettin' drunk, sittin' at the table, I feel like Pun
Knowin' I'm the one, no need to anchor to know I won
Take a Tums, you can't take the drums
Tony's on the ones and the twos, times a fuckin' ton
That's what Tony do
I cough up a lung up on my only shoes, lonely dude
When the homie's through, ain't so lonely, now we growin' rude
Colder tone, sip a colder brew, the shit we overdo
Now they throwin' hands, get outta hand once we outta grams
Remember throwin' bottles at your mans
Really tossed it, they said I lost it, but fuck it, I'm off it
I'm the grand maestro of the metro
Damn your hand swipe slow while I get dough
Y'all ain't even got inside that turnstile yet, yo, let go
Ain't you seen? Turned my style pesto
Green this, green that, greet fit, green hat
Even got a green bitch wit' a green ass
In Brooklyn took a green cab back where we at
Can't see pat? Look, Leppy Coqui's back
[Verse 2]
I played this game too long  to move on
Fuck it, the coupe's on
Went from jumpin' on fuckin' futons to my crew gone
Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
Bar level on like ten thou'
Motherfucker, yeah, I've been here for a while
[Verse 3]
(Yeah, I've been here for a while)
(Oofie, look)
[Verse 4]
We despise him, ain't a ally, hm, can't confide in him
You ain't buyin' all that bullshit that he tryin'
So you brush that bullshit off, ride by him, am I lyin'?
You don't see the signs, see the sirens
Look, got fly vision, bruh, time difference
On another planet, dammit, baptize Christians
Make 'em Wiccan, like they wicked witches, but they just be spittin'
If they listened, they'd be wicked with it
It's a Coqui, not a cricket
See a 1-0-piece, know my homie hit it
He told me, I know he did it
Yo Tony, how Brody livin', Brody Briggins?
Blunt, dro be in it, cup, forty in it
Jumped over gimmicks
Jumped over critics, they midgets, I'm over with it
Wiki ninety know the digits, what up?
[Verse 5]
I played this game too long to move on
Fuck it, the coupe's on
Went from jumpin' on fuckin' futons to my crew gone
Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
Bar level on like ten thou'
Motherfucker, yeah, I've been here for a while
Written by: Antonio Hernández, Patrick Morales
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