Kenwood Speakers

Lyrics for Kenwood Speakers

Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow, but I got time today After-market speakers in the Saturn Beater, but they can't catch her Binoculars to they peepers, wire tap sound like Buju Banton Firetrap is the only exit where I'm standing Cold lampin', bed-Stuy, I got one eye on them guys The other on a crumbling mansion If it's gon' get gentrified, I'm not tryna leave it empty-handed Blue-eyed white walkers in King's Landing The way I'm running, should be kissing babies and glad-handing I'm running routes, trees and patterns I'm walking in the streets 'cause the rats is madness Veneers on the teeth like, "Nigga, we made it" Wreathed in gas, I'm a carburetor Every time things going good or having a laugh Have to remember God's a hater Crocodile tears for ten years plus don't do me no favors Dinner party with the neighbors, their apartment's renovated Skate wing, brown butter and capers, sprigs of thyme Heavy pours of natural wine I turn the music up incrementally and told mischievous lies I whispered in the host's ear all night I hear they found him in the morning Hose run from the exhaust pipe