Perry Mason Lyrics

Live life like a holiday

Swimming in sauce, that's Hollandaise

Might have benedict but I ball for days

Ash the cherry on the Blunt, watch it fall away

Find a Penny, pick it up, learn the Hardaway

Jazz cabbage got me singing Billy Holiday

False idols, bowing down to the gods, we pray

Money, power, women, gods of the modern day

Martin Luther, Martin Luther

Translation I am about to start a revolution

False prophets talk and that is just some thought pollution

Treat my thoughts like my beat, I never stop producing

I am odd, I am God, I am not a human

I don't pray to the East, just the speaker's booming

Baptized by the beat when I feel the music

Never coming false with the sauce, I cannot abuse it

They tried to give me a charge

They think that I'm living large

My lawyer said it was fucked up

I'm about to dip, head to Mars

I'm on the lamb when I land

Go hard in the paint, need a touch up

I'ma go ham on your mans

Then I'm finna split like some blunt guts

Jose, Rosé

That's Mr. Williams like fuck your feelings

Got a Black Heart, 'bout to get it Kraken

Feelin' Weezy, baby, got No Ceilings

Dad bod, I got no children

Banging math rock, counting no millions

Hit the asphalt, no spilling

Hit the cash Box and I'm cold chilling

You know You're Right Said Fred, Relax

Facts, Max Headroom with the hacks

Jax, remain well armed with the flask

Cask, whiskey on the rocks called last

Blast, straight from the cannon to the mast

Fast, Show me a man with no past

The police and the thieves want cash

Setting fire to the streets, no gas

They tried to give me a charge

They think that I'm living large

My lawyer said it was fucked up

I'm about to dip, head to Mars

I'm on the lamb when I land

Go hard in the paint, need a touch up

I'ma go ham on your mans

Then I'm finna split like some blunt guts