Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Declan Wood and Augustus McGhee
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Declan Wood
Songwriter
Declan Wood and Augustus McGhee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Declan Wood
Engineer
Lyrics
Pour me forty shots of Everclear it's getting weird
Faces in the rearview remind me of my greatest fears
Before I'm famous here's my last wish
Throw my ashes in the catfish and feed me to a fat bitch
I'm all about the protein, C4s and morphine
Keyboards and floor seats
Courtside the whole season
I swear to god I been a threat
I teamed up with your ex and now your dick pics on the internet
I'm, at the benefit, macking on a thai broad
Ninja kick your ribs while I'm snacking on a hot dog
Then drive off, blasting Eric Clapton sipping Captain
While some stupid bitch, yapping through the jack inside the Acura
My passion wasn't stacking bread the practical way
I'd rather pack my bags and travel enter lavender states
(Welcome to the Shangri-La)
Sounds so beautiful, house up in the clouds surrounded by gold swimming pools
Crystal clear, swinging from the chandelier
Had a sense of imminent death the dangers near
So pour me forty shots of Everclear
I'm getting weird
Credits to the tenderness within the beard
Brought me glances through society, I'm in the other rear
Buccaneer, posted with a tux Buc copped the stuff
Then shook the atmosphere like a chandelier
Shining bright, toting elements next to the candle lights
Find the therapeutic toons through the night
Coping through a system where these **** looking for a fight
Yes I'd rather keep the peace but in the streets it's
Kinda like a dream where you wishing on a star in sight
****, I be tryna teach dudes
I be tryna preach separation from the street views
Ignorance an easy flow, stay strong, keep the cool
And please sign the treaty for this trump card to meet it's doom
Blooming in the sun, deeds done, watch the reaper come
Chopped it up with brody bout a pun he made of scenic guns
AKs by the acrylics, the switch was painted with a brush
Dipped in red sauce and shit produced by phonies in the slums
Chum bucket moves
You waited for the wrong groove
Played tunes and even flexed the test flow, shit smooth
Place the duo lesser than the best, then you meet ya doom
Written by: Augustus McGhee, Declan James Corrigan Wood