Pasta
Mick Jenkins
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Mick Jenkins - Pasta Lyrics & Traduction


Huh
Ayy

All I see is imposters, niggas postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei, just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the excess mortar with a switchblade
Ain't no pretty glass houses this way
Y'all got the thrift thing, all this secondhand smoke I pass
Perpetually bitch made
Watch his second hand coast, no dap
Niggas can miss me with the swiss cheese, gotta fill in those gaps
Don't wanna see ceilings, told niggas, "No cap"
Don't want any feelings, I told the dentist, "No cap"
No strap, but he just as lethal
Desert Eagle through the sands of time, no feathers feeble
I weathered storms and did the pantomime, I rarely speak 'em
Empowered palpable hands, talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discretely, it would seem that niggas barely take steps
You just don't know I'm way more low-key
Meet me on the bass clef, I can't stress
You niggas pray about it, I'm the apex

I told niggas before
I do a web of lies like Willem Dafoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wan' know

These niggas shapeshift, they make scenes
They like to act, this shit don't make sense
Playwrights
These motherfuckers is on stages, I'm on the fifty
I got a Heisman trophy with me, stiff arm in my Dickies
Rubber boots, this shit gets slippery, I'm in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don't want no Betas in my circle, Omega Psi
I got a couple dogs that's purple
You never know who with me
Shit get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise, I'm in my bitch' ride
She whip that shit like it's a Big Wheel, I'm good with this ride

I told niggas before
I do a web of lies
Like Willem Dafoe


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