I. Chariot // II. Buffalo Lyrics

You rode away in your chariot

Made of gold

As the sunset fades away

And nothing can compare to this

Nights are cold

In the palace of my youth

Take all my feeling and bury it

Death foretold

I can't stand to be lonely again

But don't come back in your chariot

I'm opposed

I'll get through this

On my own

I'm opposed to ducking bros for fucking hoes

Undisclosed to the public

Wine old, try fold my wallet it won't close

I publish

My thoughts in gloss text

Hawks with a boss nest

Cost less to digest these refreshments

Then to confess nonsense

Use me as an object

Or cause stress, laws set, jaws locked, entrenched

You know how the dogs get

I'ma buy them a palace to house them

Try not to drown in the swimming pool

Just allow them to flourish

Frolic

Nourish

Metabolic

I'm more than an alcoholic

Still I always find myself under your influence

My flow's continuous, I can't stop

Relations ambiguous

I'm conspicuous of your many ways you leave me outplayed

I love your company

March through our palace in Tuscany

It's two worlds in balance and harmony

Beth Harmon the way that I'm 10 moves ahead of you

Keep catching on automatically

I mean it's tragic we had all the chips fall our way

And I say at the end of the day I will stay if you stay

Oh the prices I'd pay for my way to be yours

It's a game, not on board

You rode away in your chariot

Made of gold

As the sunset fades away

And nothing can compare to this

Nights are cold

In the palace of my youth

Take all my feeling and bury it

Death foretold

I can't stand to be lonely again

But don't come back in your chariot

I'm opposed

I'll get through this

on my own

(on my own)

I'm not from Buffalo still get the bills

Make her fill up my cup now until that shit spills

I stay living it up got a house in the hills

They want beef like a patty I ain't talking Mills

Told me show her the wrist, she said "damn I got chills"

Yeah, I keep that one-seven ain't talking Brazil

I just snap on them beats, then I rack up a mil'

Make the opps mickle-sons I won't flop like I'm Phil

And I make them my sons

Then I call up my plug

Then I call up my girl

And I tell her what's up

Said you wanna come over

And fill up my cup

Take the coupe for a twirl

No ballerina

You know that we up

You know we corrupt

And I keep that sticky

Ain't talkin syrup

Now don't interrupt

Cross me you get slumped

Bitch from Mississippi

And she got good lumps

We running it up

Like I'm Forrest Gump

She my lil' dawg

She my lil' pup

Tell her to fetch and she wanna have sex with me

I'ma be honest I'm…

To be honest a sentence I cannot construct

Just when you come around then my mind turns to muck

And my knees start to buckle, I'm holding pants up

But you holding me down like the anchor that sunk

Then I hop in the Bentley, no it's not a truck

Either that or the Rolls cause I've made a few bucks

Ain't Antentekoumpo so G please be honest

Boy I know that you know you've run out of luck

I'm not from Buffalo still get the bills

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I'm not from Buffalo still get the bills

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I'm not from Buffalo still get the bills

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I'm not from Buffalo still get the bills

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