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recipe for desire - skyzoo & the other guys lyrics

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[intro]
n0body comes in my house
talking sh*t about my rock

i don’t care if his last name is saint

yeah, that’s right, i know your ass

and i don’t give a f*ck

i’m gonna keep cooking
the way i… (thudding)

* huh? you gonna keep cooking?
* (screaming)

(sizzling)

said you wanted to
cook, didn’t you, huh?

cook, then, n*gga!

(screaming)

[verse 1]
they told me all the money and the heavens ain’t gon’ make me a god
well i made biblical money i can play with them odds

pray to me the plug got the face of a narc

the logo stamped on the keys in the shape of a cross

pray for me i sent it in the way of my disciples

and it turned into a table of them saying what they might do

‘nough of this, holy water off of the covenant

and all the gold medal i need up where the cupboard is

sunday dinner them keys, slow bubbling

them chickens gon’ need more gravy you gotta smother sh*t

it’s no measuring cups, just oven mitts

know the recipe won’t change if you don’t f*ck wit’ it

pour 36 in the strainer and let the drip set

throw a line and drop fishscale in a fishnet
come back swimming them laps when it reacts

and it break into four more floating into a quintet

band all together now, crowd screaming

the drummer found a pocket and the crowd found demons

it never been more *rg*smic than it seems

when you light up a rock, pull it back and let the steam in

blast from it talkin’ ‘bout crosses on packages

but bet i’ll get the gates to separate off of trafficking

chauffeured by two angels in lingerie robes

and enough in the trunk for heaven’s payroll

[chorus]
back home dirty apr*n on, out the window like grey poupon pardon me (pardon me)

lost reach when i gave you arms seems like i been away too long pardon me (pardon me)

the recipe for desire, got base!
the recipe for desire, got base!

[verse 2]
yo, i got a letter from the government, the other day

i opened it and read it

it said keep your crown on your head or be beheaded

the irony of what they request but nevertheless it’s a drop before breakfast

and it all was kinetic

both sides movin’ in line blockin’ the signs with me ignorin’ the exit

that became a couple mil’ and a couple duffles in panama

long way from me leanin’ over my handlebars

hoppin’ over avi fence

with all that i done spent, truth is i literally been flyin’ private since

privately tryna find a problem that avi missed

but with these pots i don’t know what a problem is

made victims off of me bein’ victimized

bottle of soda on the porch, it was simple times

bottle of soda, help with raw kept it dignified

grew an empire off makin’ a brick minimize

fighting war veterans, know that your law let us in

residue on the doorkn*b from soft peddlin’

brush it off, i give a shout to everyone involved

takin you up out of it, shots to every one of y’all

the throne is a single chair

and off the arm is more than you could afford

to trigger a finger hair

sometimes you gotta sneak into the forum on the side

and remind the corner why they put your jersey in the sky

and cook somethin’

[chorus]

back home dirty apr*n on, out the window like grey poupon pardon me (pardon me)

lost reach when i gave you arms seems like i been away too long pardon me (pardon me)

the recipe for desire, got base!

the recipe for desire, got base!

- skyzoo the other guys lyrics

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