Lyrics Barragán Lighting - Larry June , The Alchemist
Uh
Damn
Man,
what
up,
Al?
We
in
Maine
eatin'
lobster,
and
it's
fresh
off
the
dock
(sure)
I'm
like
cocaine
fresh
out
the
pot,
hold
on,
let
that
dry
(uh)
Y'all
too
worried
'bout
bein'
validated,
my
nigga
(ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy)
I
just
made
another
play
and
pulled
off
on
the
yacht
I'm
headin'
to
Spain,
everything
was
a
Éxito
So
after
this,
I'm
boardin'
the
plane
(ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy)
I'm
high
off
life,
I'm
takin'
international
flights
I
like
that,
then
I'm
coppin'
it
twice
I'm
in
the
bag
countin'
somethin'
precise
(uh)
I
get
a
load,
then
I'm
wrappin'
it
right
Tuck
spot
with
the
Barragán
light
I
spent
thousands
on
different
collages
Street
smart,
I
ain't
make
it
to
college
Like
the
mafia,
I'm
movin'
in
silence
Saint-Tropez,
I'm
checkin'
my
pocket
Daytona
clock
in
at
the
dock,
trackin'
these
boxes,
uh
(uh)
Out-foxin'
the
devil,
I'm
on
another
level
Forty-deuce
bezel
got
me
on
a
higher
echelon
This
a
slight
flex,
if
I
stretch
the
arm,
ring
the
alarm
I
don't
mean
no
harm,
kiss
the
ring
and
bless
the
Don
Microphone
in
my
hand,
like
a
napalm
in
my
palm
If
you
put
me
in
a
jam,
turn
this
bitch
to
Vietnam
Catch
me
under
palm
trees,
chillin'
somewhere
in
San
Juan
With
a
bad
jawn
on
my
arm,
fallin'
victim
to
my
charm
Must
have
heard
I'm
ballin'
like
Olajuwon
Like
the
richest
man
in
Babylon,
haters
babble
on
They
don't
love
you
'til
you
dead
and
gone,
then
it's
said
and
done
Word
is
bond,
so
I
keep
it
movin',
gotta
carry
on
Real
relaxed,
hunnid
rack
stashed
in
the
carry-on
First
class
with
the
champagne
glass,
I'm
sittin'
calm
Pray
to
God
I
travel
long
and
I
make
it
home
Born
alone,
die
alone,
but
I
can
never
say
I
did
this
all
on
my
own
The
helicopter
landin'
on
the
ranch
woke
me
up
Hella
loud,
startlin'
my
cows,
all
my
livestock
Rollin'
my
power,
Versace
to
my
socks
This
room
like
a
quilt:
comfy,
cozy
pillow
top
(cozy
pillow
top)
I
ain't
so
soft
though,
don't
get
it
twisted,
bro
It's
killers
out,
colors
go
after
kin
when
it's
in
the
drought
(when
it's
in
the
drought)
Super
sad,
cheer
myself
up,
I
bought
an
S-Class
Hardtop
and
a
rag,
yeah,
bitch,
I'm
that
man
(bitch,
I'm
that
man)
Park
it
with
the
others,
I
touch
it
one
day,
I'm
sure
I
love
it
(I
bet)
'98
Defender,
Land
Rover
Discover
My
discography
could
buy
all
of
it
(all
of
it)
Autobiography,
one
cold
motherfucker
Don't
come
close,
don't
touch
it
(Don't
come
close,
don't
touch
it,
I
know
what's
best,
my
brother)
Ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
ayy
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