Divine the Chef - Margiela M.D.

(Timberland, ACGs, Bottega, uhm, Gortex)
(Boot up)

Martin Margiela my therapist (Yeah)
I left out the house, I was very pissed (Yeah)
I left a rack on the table
For you to go catch a Lyft (Uh)
It's concentrate in my spliff (Yeah)
I cannot concentrate on the bitch (Uh)
Don't wanna mate with the bitch (Yeah uh, aw yeah)
I'm just gettin' to this money (Right here)
She said my nose runny (I fear)
She say "Why are you talkin' funny" (Uh-huh)
Withdrawing off Percocet
Withdrew 300 just to purchase it (Yeah)
Good ideas, I flirt with it
She's mad I'm high, I just want her to get over herself, I'm like

Are you proud of me?
Are you proud of me?
I just fucked a bitch that I used to watch TV (Yeah)
She a bird of paradise, I had to set her free (Yeah)
Told her I am not sober, its molly in my pee (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)
Martin Margiela my therapist (Uh)
I left out the house, I was very pissed (Uh)
I fucked on the bitch she was very thick (Uh)
I'm sittin' on top of a Cherry Six (Uh)
Horsepower, in my chariot (Uh)
Double dribble, racks I carry it (Uh)
I get me a beat and I bury it (Uh)
My flow like a new COVID variant (Yeah)

Molly same color Claire Huxtable (Yeah)
I got more sauce than a Lunchable (Uh- huh)
Blowing up like a combustible (C'mon)
Baby I wanna come comfort you
She pushing up like bra would do
She working out, she do crunches too
I told her I like her lil stomach too
I slid her the pipe, like a plumber do

I was high as hell trying to add it (Yeah)
Get him subtracted by addicts
I lost my keys and my confidence
I had to ask a bad bitch

Are you proud of me? (Are you proud?)
Are you proud of me?
Never mind, don't got to ask because I'm proud of me!

Are you mad at me?
Are you mad at me?
Ran my check up, damn I thought that you would be happy

I want you to clap for me
Come make it clap for me!
Come make it clap for me!
(Make it clap, make it)

Written by:
R. Nelson

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