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Action Bronson

Compliments To The Chef

 

Compliments To The Chef


[Verse 1:]
Compliments to the chef, the baby lamb was perfect
Now I smoke the drugs that got me feeling like I'm surfing
Dusk on the North Shore, hash on my person
Roll it to a snake then I wrap it like a turban
We in the jungle with the shaman
Tryna find these answers to these problems I've been pondering
Now these motherfuckers hollering with their lips puckered like collagen
Sell me the world, and my kids, put them in colleges
But daddy get it by himself on the reg
Stuffed zucchini flowers, mix ricotta with the egg
Chopped parsley, salt flakes, Himalayan maize
Meditation time helps me penetrate the mind
December 2nd, '83 I was created
My vision's wider, the human being's jaded
It's just reality, dealt with on a daily basis
Big Body put the burner in these bitches' faces

[Hook:]
Oh, they're selling dreams out here
In every corner store
Pawn 'em on the streets out here
They're selling me the world
But if it all goes up, it could all come down the same
So when I go where I go I remember where I came...
Remember where I came from

[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink it
Two in the pink, two in the stink
Leather-coloured goulash, talks with Lou Dobbs, create some new jobs
In '87, saw my father in a blue Saab
Right seat sitting, left hand shifting
You know that every team needs a Paxton and a Pippen
Bronson rhyming like he on an acid tab tripping
You changing with the moon with a Maxi Pad dripping
High-five love 5'5, plump
Sell the pussy 'til the shit look like a Ty Cobb glove
Bring me back the money then I dip to Arizona
Put my balls in your mouth, bubble tea, tapioca
Smoke shark, speaking in a Nordic slang
Baby blue eyes, important like an August rain
Clear water from the creek keep me nourished
Keep my head up, never discouraged, pussy bitch

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Yeah... remember where I came from...
Remember where I came from...
Yeah... remember where I came from...
Remember where I came from...

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