Pertinence Liaison Lyrics

[Intro]
(Don't f*cking touch me, don't do none of that shit)
(You don't f*cking know me, you ain't in my family)

[Verse 1]
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 f*cking 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 f*cking acres, thinking, "Damn, I gotta get some spacе"
Pour the Perignon, carry on, very strong
Lungs ain't fit for marathons, why I feel infеrior
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 f*cking molotov
Just to get the party goin'
You ain't my homie, ain't my brother, ain't my guardian
So why the f*ck you barking when I ask what all my dogs is on?

[Chorus]
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 sack (What you say?)
Hold the line, pull the sack
Hold the line, pull the sack (What is goin' on right now?)
Hold the line, pull the sack (I can't f*cking hear you) [Verse 2]
Been a year, it's still my year
Now Collin's a commonplace
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 karma's great

Flippin' dinero by the barrel outside of Chevron
The boy is 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 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 oughta 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 fam since y'all was this tall

[Chorus]
Take ya time, take a breath
Make a rhyme, take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress (Turn it up, turn it up louder)

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 (Turn it up, turn it the f*ck up)

Hold the line, pull the sack
Hold the line, pull the sack
Hold the line, pull the sack
Hold the line, pull the sack