Lyrics Artesia - Alexander Spit, Action Bronson

Artesia

So I’ll be the kind of man
That got the summer plan
Trying to pardon his friends somewhere with other friends
I’m trying to.
some landing, the sun touch but…
Keep blowing my money when she went dancing for my events!
How in the hell we … wash away them…
When titties are… whenever you them big poppa
.yeah, we’re sipping them like the…
Went static in them cold loops, I rattle them Ace 12
I say… through that winter, I may scout through December
I got my lady in red, this… with that ginger
And I got some fame in your city, I break it in where…
I’m talking sharks already bold by the time that I’m in there
By the time I remember, I’ll be in another country
Without familiar conversions, of all familiar money (counting!)
Never the sight seeing, unless it’s human being
I’m talking about locals over tourists in every region!
So every evening I’mma be fool moon hollering
World trade touring ran the best… powering
All the opposition in the court of steady cavelry
When I’m aligned with Bronx, I’m like a Molly with a…
Spin a barrel, close my eyes, come, I’m thinking nothing happy
Guess I’m lucky, guess G sitting in the beamer bucket!
fuck it!
All of you can suck dick!
I spill some mustard on the alligator’s costume
Uh, not today, you should have pressed your luck
Look like a movie when we shit in front of restaurant
No need for menus, bring me three of these, bitch!
It’s …European with the speed trick
6−35 slam with the deep dish
Speak Persian, East.
with a Greek surgeon
Love to say your baby queen has made a…
Every time you see the… out you need…
Sway!
That’s what’s displayed all on my footwear
Got pussy here on her toe, I’m listening the joke
Blow, just like the fish that got the poison
I count the pack and sent the homie out the boy G
Sell it!
Aha, back in the mother fucking place
Queen shit!
Bam bam bam!
Let’s go, go!
I told… the small circus
Money… all type we can all wipe shit
Those twisted, zip it full of haze
My circle small, the city full of facts
Ship it one time, slap it two times
Put the glamor in the back, we need them two commas
Watching purple skies for psychedelic suns
And all we hear is time ticking, that’s the devil’s drums
The devil’s drums, that’s the devil’s drums
Oh yeah, that’s the devil’s drums!
All we hear is time ticking, that’s the devil’s drums
Oh yeah, that’s the devil’s drums!
But I’ve been watching to a different one
That means you’re fucking with that humble…
That means we’re living up to the summer, we got clique…
I sent you fucking with that.
That means we’re living up to the summer, we’ve depicted
Oh yeah!
Let’s protect!
Yeah!