Everything... In Moderation by Suave Dubois
Everything... In Moderation by Suave Dubois

Everything... In Moderation

Suave Dubois * Track #5 On Everything In Moderation

Everything... In Moderation Lyrics

[Intro: Huey Jefferson]

Grace of god
In a pit of tar no heroin
But I got a black tip
Ask ya main bitch, no comparison
She like Marilyn Monroe, I’m Mr. Manson
You Mr. Rogers
Think why bother, what’s the point
Feel alive when I spark a joint, I ain’t easy going
Ain’t no easy pickings but a nigga stay trimming all the fat
Catch Suave with some Hennessy in his hydroflask

[Verse 1: Suave Dubois]

My head is at its most dangerous right before I rest it
It’s like an unlicensed weapon bitch I might get arrested
Speaking on plight with no discretion
Fights ain’t in my best interest
Twice tonight you wronged me it ain’t right so don’t forget to mention
Well intentioned
But I apologize no more
I’m sorry but you represent a world that I abhor
More importantly I’m bored
Sick of the status quo
Rather drop a tape and move to New York watch my status grow

Matrimony
Haphazardous
Watch a disaster unfold
Started living for myself and I learned I hate being alone
At what point must i evacuate the comfort of my home
Yeah it’s nice but it’s a vacuum trapped in castle closed alone
Shatter glass the pain will pass wrap my hand and move along
Repelling down the rope
Skedaddle
Ain’t won the war the battles done
I be down a thousand in funds
Give me a week and imma profit like a 1,001 How is it done?

Bitch I’m on the run with a sullen face and a briefcase
We take stakes and triple em like a beef cake
We takes stakes and raise em
Like a cattle farm
Battle ready
The battalion armed
Stand in battle formation
Light cascading over the nation
Disable euthanasia more money from medication
Well intentioned very swell quellin’ hatred
Knowledge and patience
Can’t pop me ain’t a pimple I’m a polyp on your face

[Sample: Macho Man Randy Savage]
You know that I’m the cream of the crop

[Verse 2: Suave Dubois]

Sadomasochist
Who mastered the art of this rap shit
No staggering
These fights is about to get real
Like Jack Swagger and
Potential to stagger and keel over those overdose raps he’s spattering
Rats she’s tattlin
Had to compete batting actual peak athletes happened to be faster
How it comes to my mind
Like the sun when it shine
Don’t ask it’s just happening and just bask it look good sevine
Cookin most of the time
Crooked notice his eyes
A true crook will take your watch just like he ask for the time
And I just happen to rhyme all of my novelizations
Condensation on the glass grows testing my patiences
Vexed when I’m waiting
Painstaking watching a painting dry
Pain in his eyes
Chase it with some shots of the Jameson my
Brain is fried
Aim to die
Pretty and famous
Cuz if my name is in obituaries was least it was A list
Long I been waiting
Tremors
My hands have been shakin
My priorities like Trevors with the mess I be making
Destined for greatness
Lemme rest my head on the pavement
But I’ll be back in 30 years for a special occasion
Bitch

[Verse 3: Petey Black]

Look
I’m back like I just hopped out the DeLorean like Marty McFly
Now I’m watching Mr. Lawrence and I wanna touch the sky
Imma cop a pair of Jordans just to feel like I can fly
Good times ‘til I’m bored again
I’m done with the TV now
I need to go record again
I’m bumping some Stevie now
My Cherie Amour I span on summer days
Singing Isn’t She Lovely
My ex looked like Sommer Ray
Had the flat tummy tea on deck
But fuck that shit yeah suck my dick
I ain’t chasing no one bitch
Excuse my French
She gave me no respect now I’m running the check up
Next week she dial my phone tryna reconnect
A bookworm
She didn’t learn not to judge the cover
I ended up being the fucker that youd least expect to go
Hardest as an artist
Promise I’ll go the farthest
Promise I’ll make a name my enemies can never tarnish
Imma weed out the vermin all the varmint
See out my yearnings
I’ve been determined since recording in apartments back home
I’ve been starving you can see my back bone
I ain’t chartin but when I drop I’m dropping like crack phones
Fucking it up
I keep it a buck
I can never front
I played it back
Only hit my Jack
If I hit you up
I admit, at my best I’m a music loving smut
Out the mud
If I ain’t working on the music you can find me in the cut

[Outro]

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