Ab-Soul - Champagne Wishes lyrics

[Verse 1] Truly on point, naturally [inaudible] Creatin' history every day and my name's Ab Dash Soul, motherf**er 'At last', [inaudible] said to James Cla**ic as a Cadillac record Play me, never that, act like you know Don' t get ransacked by the rat pack See, I'm the black Humphrey Bogart Puffin' Blacks though, hella smart, a**hole See, this my culinary art how I cook up such food for thought Clear the kitchen, it's finna get real hot Uh, MasterChef, no accountant, cashin' cheques You n***as ain't half of half of half of my best Uh, champagne wishes, some cream to my Swishers A Nicki Minaj for two five-star b**hes Ladies and gentlemen This is a look inside of the mind of the demented And everythin' I said, I swear I meant it Listen, fascinated by the tactics of a Jeffrey Dahmer Eat your a** up, cannibal for the dollar, intangible I'm at the top, ramen noodles, that's understandable The Last Samurai here to tear a guy apart Tie a piece of barbed wire 'round his heart If he ga**ed up, he get boa constricted until he fart If he talk and it don't correspond with his walk He walk the plank Captain Hook went hard, Peter was gay You'll never, never land a spot on our roster that way Not a Rasta, but a smoke, like, a whaler, they know I'm servin' n***as, tip the waiter 'fore you leave the table Goddammit, just found another crack up in my halo Are you comprehendin'? Am I condescendin'? Or am I kindly sendin' you a message kinda quickly? I never get too busy to get busy Simply stuntin', your missus can't miss me Engine gunnin', headin' for the finish line But not the sneaker store, I need that first place prize The blue ribbon in the sky, I'm Stevie Wonder gettin' high What you even speakin' for? You're iller when mute is on, carry on And I ain't got to talk that white to bury y'all The truth'll set you free and me, I'm [inaudible] Literally, no car, no j**elry Just a brain full of buffoonery between you and me