Текст песни LIAISON - Pertinence

Been a year I been to hell and back and outer space
Buying chandeliers a couple houses out in other states
Magazine covers make me hate the way i'm saving face
I'm fucking over love, i took a chomp and caught the aftertaste
More than i could take now i be stranded 50 miles away
Cat is out the bag it's hard to fake that i been doing great
Found the other day just like EA, the game is pay to play
A hundred fucking acres thinking
"Damn i outta get some space"
Pour the Perignon, carry on very strong
Lungs ain't fit for marathons, why i feel inferior
Storybook, I etch a sketch with a Crayola crayon
Scrolling through my tax, advancing brackets
Need a liaison
Staying calm, don't bite the bullet
Unless you own a gun, spark a fucking molotov
Just to get the party going
You ain't my homie, ain't my brother, ain't my guardian
So why the fuck you barking
When I ask what all my dogs is on

Take ya time, take a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself
Rolling stone, treble clef
Time to shine, ready set
Fortified, no holding back
Said goodbye, seconds left
Mortified, my soul Intact
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack

Been a year, it's still my year
Now Collin's common place
Comment is it garments or his confidence it's hard to say
Went from store departments, empty wallets, hot and ready dates
To trucks that come with armor, Arnold Palmers, guess my karmas great
Flipping dinero by the barrel outside of Chevron
The boy it's giving headstrong, no kidding tough as Teflon
Holy shit, baby jaw as strong as Efron's
She biting on her lip, I called a Lyft from from out the restaurant
It all depends on, the very first impression
Flick a pick, expensive fits
She got the sauce it's Szechuan
Evenings at the Ritz that outta spritz some new affection
She really with the shits, solar eclipse affect her mental
Bitch you dead wrong, get rich no thanks to head starts
Like oh it's lit an arsonist, been binging on the menthol
Oh i'm a plant, roots deeper than a nest doll
Go check the dates i been chasing fame since y'all was this tall

Take ya time, take a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself
Rolling stone, treble clef
Time to shine, ready set
Fortified, no holding back
Said goodbye, seconds left
Mortified, my soul Intact
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack
Hold the line, pull the slack