Mr. Al - Pineapple

Pineapple
Sliced in margarita
Suns setting while they feed me pita
Only beach receding
Million dollar meetings
Handled at the table I'm not even in the seedings (Seatings)
Different brackets
Different tax
Swinging hatchets
What's your max
Can probably pass it
This the creed and I'm an addict
I'm always at it
This the creed and I'm an addict
So I'm always at it
I'm always at it
I'm always at it
After it and such
Rabbit up the sleeve
I'm so magic with the touch
Wait you missed a spot
A little to the left
Directed towards masseuse
Plus I just got me a chef
Basketball court is in the back yard
But I can't shoot a 3 for the life of me (Hell nah)
It's gonna take a lot more than genius
To get behind the lyrics to decipher me
I'm tryna be rich
Not look the part
Too much paper ripped the book apart
Cooking store
I need silver where's (Silverware) the gold
Fuck it make it platinum
Plaques along the wall
Next to satin and
Kinkade
Rents paid
By someone else
I'd say that's luxurious
Probably wondering where the all the jewelry is
I don't know it's probably in some property
I don't know but I do
Only know something true
There's nothing stopping me
Pineapple
Sliced in margarita
Suns setting while they feed me pita
Only beach receding
Million dollar meetings
Handled at the table I'm not even in the seedings (Seatings)
Different brackets
Different tax
Swinging hatchets
What's your max
Can probably pass it
This the creed and I'm an addict
I'm always at it
This the creed and I'm an addict
So I'm always at it
I'm always at it
I would say it's an obsession
A blend of some passion and wanting the rations for me
I'm not selfish you you see
Just a lot I'm forecasting
If I was worried about my cup I would have poured faster
Still
It's running over
Skill, over luck so I'm stomping on the clover
Four leaf poor me
Maybe I should say rich
Mindset crazy like I'm studying at Cambridge
Same shit
Different day
Repetition builds the reputation
Now I'm fucking heading towards the Milky Way
What to say
Let me jot it down before my thoughts astray
Got away
Used to worry
Now they hand me lobster trays
Yea
And I'm just too resilient
Knuckle headed
Go and get it
'Till the fans Brazilian
Japanese, Sicilian
Let me see the world lord
Meters over oceans now
I can see the world tour
Pineapple
Sliced in margarita
Suns setting while they feed me pita
Only beach receding
Million dollar meetings
Handled at the table I'm not even in the seedings (Seatings)
Different brackets
Different tax
Swinging hatchets
What's your max
Can probably pass it
This the creed and I'm an addict
I'm always at it
This the creed and I'm an addict
So I'm always at it
I'm always at it

Written by:
Alex Baider

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