Tommy Mas - Beautiful Music lyrics

[Verse 1: Action Bronson] I'm not your normal kind of rap singer In the building where the subtle scent of crack linger Fiends smoking off the foil I only smoke sh** from out the soil Virgin oil, the name Bronson, no Arroyo Barbecues get thrown with EBT Cards Land and sea, the air, 3 stars Till gold plates get made right on arrival The Amarone got me spinning like a gyro Take the high road, poppy seeds from Cairo Aaron Rodgers style: I'm here to take the title Rock a mask, Dog cause every word is viral To leave you like a wet noodle, paralyze your spinal (Smoke this motherf**ing weed real quick, hold on I'mma get back to you in a minute) [Hook:] "Darling, let me lay besi— Darling, let me lay besi— Darling let me lay beside you Kiss my burning lips about you" [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Dennis Byrd sh**, china doll Leave your fur split, dig your pockets Then she'll k** your earth Even if she's seven days away from giving birth Ruthless, she'll catch you for your leather and your purse Lamb roasting over wood-fire, extend the olive branch Since the 90s I've been rocking hundred-dollar pants Fifty-dollar d** linger in my sock Put the lighter to the plastic, that's the sealant for the top Cause we coming from the heights, you know I copped the puro Tried to put it in the p**y, slid it in the culo Damn, that's the wrong route Now I gotta knee her in the stomach so it falls out Take a deep breath Ancient knowledge like the crocs up in the Nile Alabaster tiles in the kitchen cause I'm wyling Tryna cop a chain that say you styling Only chain of interest in the water made of islands [Hook] [Verse 3: Action Bronson] Wild world that we living in I smoke drug got the subtle hint a cinnamon My mind twisted from the Absinthe You can thank Flushing for my accent So much more than rapping You f**ing with the captain Action Jeter Salmon on the cedar You ain't do the job, and then they calling a reliever Me, Dennis Eckersley Rhyme flavor like my grandma's book of recipes I'm 'bout that equity Large stocks, a palm Glock, bomb box Long beards, knee draped in sports drop Loafer pressing on the pedal Extra heavy doggie cause my leg is made of metal Often tangle with the devil Shapeshifter, shaking with strange hands Bronsolini fresher than Maine clams Making money every day, it's been the motherf**ing game plan Remain tan during the winter laid in beige sand