Left Hand Sketch/Welch

“Left Hand Sketch”

[Verse]
Left hand sketch Basqui
Break the table with the Tomahawk
Profit like McDonalds off the Pau Gasols, watch me
Selfies at the Taj Mahal
Find the right door
The vocal cords Lysol
Uzi wipe your sunshine smile off
Self revolt
Yo yo
The weight tries to box me, the V12 roofless
Fuck till I’m toothless
Die revealing the blueprint, duck like Lupin
Cause the buckets on loop
Babies crying in ádidas tracksuits
Firefighter sirens for Hades angеls
The government namе rings like your bitches plastic bangles
The kitten a Bangel
The photographer can’t find the perfect angle, frame stain proof
I’m as famous as “Hey Jude” but not as Jesus
Spill the 80 dollar grape juice for pain removal papi
Let them cease in the rat marathon
Fate casual
Every booth visit like a sebbatical
Back when my back was chiropracted by the avenue for madness
Rad went through his baggage and found previously discarded magic
Disregarded the ass kiss invites and went platinum
Lack your toast and get tolerant
You early bird food
Dig me like the worms do
Gig my ribs in purple
Tony Soprano and Urkle
No man alive is hurt proof
The impeccable, unsellable, upscale vendetta
Jump start Tesla with muscle, attract abundance
Arm leg leg arm headaches
Sometimes when passion feels as deadweight
Junior’s body starts levitating
Never had a basement
To personal parking garage spots
Fuck filling a car lot, invest the Franklins
When the banks on the empty the stank face behind the semi
Make Ripley’s content out of my fingerprints willingly
Screaming “Who’s sick as me?”
Feeding chickens at sun break
Freestyle life like one take
Agility gets the crumb cake
Insignia on the shirt tag
Laughing with tears
Write my gravestone with grammatical errors
You can never feel me feel me feel me

Harmónica Bridge

“Welch”

[Chorus]
Shit we had a long day, shit we had a long day

[Verse]
Hit the penguin on your pullover, you sitting duck
Homicide hollers when pricks pointing sins at us
Spin the circumference, removing your cylinders
Resurrect out of the algorithms, take nectar
The Welch’s is Cali based
Beach house in Malibu after taste
A whole other caveat, this ain’t the Marriott
The street name Inhaled your last breath when you passed away
The poison they raised us with we now exfoliate
Go be a Golden Gate, hone
Teach your bro the play
Roll like the Soviet
We ain’t even gotta rush
My train always arrives perfectly
Everything wasn’t always for certainly, but still emerge free
Gift JW purses, a Merc’, some things, yo
Study the landscape
Without glorifying what another man makes
Pressure turns your dome into pancake
Guided by Gods hands
Dries Van Noten detail shark skin
The press kit can’t specifically market the artist
Enormous with words off the noggin
The biggest rewriting the cartridge
Shiny with the crown thing, dark red on the Cortez
Sunday dinners routine with the Torres
Bear 3 arms if there’s any lack of porridge
My loved ones need me so you bleed out without warning

[Chorus]
Shit we had a long day
Shit we had a long day
All my brothers one call away
All my sisters one call away
All my brothers one call away
All my sisters one call away
All my