Текст песни Sushi - Missing Texture

Yeah, I'm breaking the internet with the sounds of my EP
Put the pie on the table like my name was Ajit
I make you play this oriental beat on repeat
Prone to receipts you recipient-al fuck
I don't need a PhD for me to know that you suck
I don't need an Air BnB shits full of guck
I don't need a clean lens to I-Spy's you a cuck
Your girl gaining weight recommend the tummy tuck
I don't really fuck with ice I just impress with the puck
Try to block out all the chitter chatter bout my luck
They wanna put a filter on me it's a safety net
Like Dylan Riley Snyder I be fucking Kickin' It-
Yeah I'm goofy as hell it ain't up for debate
I ain't got time like Tyler all I do is create
I drink illegally like the age of prohibition
Fit James Bond mother fuckin niche I'm on a mission
Yeah I'm always on the grind
Making it to NY Times
Introducing rap to my lines
Really think I lost my mind
Hit em with the bye bye
Leave em with the oh my
Bill Nye with a bow tie
Don't you ever ask why- (sushi)
Kickstart the crisis
Terrorize like my name was ISIS
Sleeper hit don't you try to hide this
I got the much needed level 3 license, (yeah)
Hit her with the lone 'k' damn that's a doozie
Dip outta sight of your homegrown floozie
Decked out in my Bape 'Preme Gucci
I roll up with the boys, we snackin' on sushi
The important thing about sushi is that it is raw fish
It comes from Japan
It is sometimes dangerous
It- It is tasty
It has rice and seaweed
People eat it with wasabi
And wasabi burns your mouth
But the important thing about sushi
Is that it is raw fish ("GAME!")
Running on the beat like a motherfucking race
I bet my daddy still think I'm a disgrace
Even my friends told me that I couldn't to my face
I'm going on a trip catch me up in outer space (3... 2... 1...)
All my life I've procrastinated
Finally found some inspiration
Finally found my next fixation
And I'm gonna share it with the whole damn nation (yeah!)
After I let this EP drop, I know some of you will say it flopped
I don't care if it's like 'The Burial' and you cop
All that matters is that I'm working non-stop
Yeah I got some more tracks and they're in the pipeline
The kind of homemade shit to push me into the spotlight
Draining your life
All I do is sit and write
I'm the opposite of a mother fucking white knight
Kick sand in your eyes, kick dirt in your mouth
Yeah, now all of you got something to pout about
Acting like you big and bad but I know you just a coward
Put you on a talk show and flame ya like my name was Howard
Can I really call them friends if they don't believe in me?
Can I really know my worth if they only sleep on me?
Might as well blow some dough at a Japanese joint
Flex a little bit more, you a snore
We snackin' on-