Lyrics Cognac - Monster Rally & Jay Stone feat. Brandon Rayson, Monster Rally, Jay Stone

Cognac

Oh yeah, thank you bartender
Fill that glass up, mhmm
[Verse 1: Jay Stone}
Slide it to the right, to the guy
With the hardly open kinda swollen red devil eyes
Slow motion like when you rubbing lotion on her thighs
Take your time and savor increments
She sippin absinthe through a piece of German chocolate licorice
Her nipples ticklish, reactions are ridiculous
You laughing but you into this
Get you high, we eating Cap’n Crunch and getting intimate
Go to sleep, what’s for lunch?
You and your ginger friend
Now watch How to Be a Player, learn how to be a gentleman
You got it backwards, like it’s Simpson then it’s Ashford
Live fast crash faster
So rhetorical no answer for that oracle bastard
Vandalizing portable animatronic caskets in traffic
Safety hazard, bullets made of lead
Safety made of plastic, couple in his head
He dead, damn that was tragic
She shot him lying in the bed, his money in the mattress
It’s practice
And every O face that she has, it gets added to the average
I’m batting that, pinch of Bali Shag, jack hammer and a dab of wax
From the B’s, I’m the bees' knees as a matter fact
As I ratatat I pitter patter through your habitat
Causing chitter chatter, I’m just that cool
Freezing, steezing, chiefing a fool on the beat
Then I eat 'til complete and I’m full
Like I seen broccoli with the taters (With the taters?)
Country fried steak, poached eggs, and Welch’s grapes
I got drops of Cognac on my gators (On your gators?)
Screaming «It's all good» from Diego to the Bay
I just bought a new jacket, yeah I got it from Stoney
I don’t even watch hockey, I’m just supporting the homie
That’s that New York Ranger danger, yo get on the phoney
And when I answer the phone I’m in the streets, I ain’t home
Monster Rally on the beats, and yes me, I’m Jay Stone
Your mom’s favorite date for dinner, want the meat and the bone
I’m like hold on miss, you want the fish and the marrow?
I’m in the IROC '87 Chevrolet Camaro
Eating cannibis soufflé, sipping on an IPA
I’m the pharoah of the Bay, from my grandma Che
To the 14K draped on my bicuspid
Cold chilling by the lake, away from niggas on that sus shit
I’m the stigma of a stoner, Smoker’s Hall of Fame inducted
Try to get inside my head, my brain’s encrypted and corrupted
All these psychoplasmic tangents leave you nauseous and disgusted
Like drinking raw eggs with some mustard, tapioca and some custard
I’m a soldier with no musket, tryna fuck shit up
Plastic explosives, a couple nugs and some Reese’s cups
I’m speeding goin fast as fuck, she said that ain’t fast enough
I hit the gas I’m 'bout to bust, grab that ass that fluffy stuff
She giving me that sweet that nasty, that gushy stuff
Teddy on repeat, close the door, turn the music up
And pour a little more courvoisier in my cup
It’s been a long exhausting day, I need some vegan donuts
Hey, it’s over folks
Yeah it’s over