Kango Socks - GUCCI KILT (prod. Cashback)

God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
The clouds fade away so I'll burn my blue-bonnet
And rise from the ash like a phoenix, but I am not joking
I'm Joaquin and it's award season
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
The clouds fade away now they see I'm a comet
These stuffy ass curtains are gone, now I'm bouta
Put my gay porno on the jumbotron
Bow, look at me now
Look at me getting this paper by shredding these vows
The promises I once held so tight
When I was a tike on a psychoanalysis high
Are now in the rearview
Now I'm bumping Carly Rae Jepsen and my phone is on mute
Sisyphus got his ass a pickaxe, lost to a Zamboni
But I'm on a revolution, I'm happy
We went from Prozac and catnaps and faps I can't digest
To Ratatat producing my pursuit
We went from jitters and bitters and restless leg shitters
To Pharrell on Despicable 2
Oh, jeez, another brag rap
Nah, these triplets are bones for a comeback
From when I was pinned on the couch with tears in my mouth
Thinking should I kill myself
Ari told me to not stress about fake smiles
But now I got real ones, and it's been a while
Four years in the desert got thrown in the tropics
Mask breathe the only thing stopping my biopic
It's weird to wake up excited for the day
When covers once covered to erase the pain
One part the Punisher, other Phoebe Bridgers
Finally came together, now I'm making new records
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
It's glitter, it's gold, it's glitter, it's gold
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
I'm breaking my mold, I'm breaking my mold
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
The clouds fade away and I don't know what happens
I'll flex for today, but it is in my fate
The Gucci logo has an expiration date

I turn a Sharpie into an uzi
Pen got squid ink cooked to calamari
Scribble chicken scratch and make Popeyes
Two roads, three eyes,
Four punchlines, five rhymes
I'm dissecting grey like Shonda Rhimes
Y'all laugh, huff nitrous, my foot on the gas
Turn depression into a TikTok dance
Turn repression into a junior prom jam
For all of the bathroom homebody's like me
There's another side, no formaldehyde
Where your smile will last without pesticides
Err bar homie's spit, I make a Parasite
Got their minds blown like Bong Joon-Ho on Oscar night
I turn an 808 into an armchair sesh
Bring em back from the dead when my vocals pitched
Cause I'm the number 2 boss
Mom works for Ragu but I got the sauce
And I spit from the top
Turn beats into wine like if Jesus popped off
I turned poor me into pottery
I turned all y'all into Angel Falls
Might take a me day and snag me a Pulitzer
Might take a me day and take over the world
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
God gave me a heckle, I got him escorted
God gave me some capsules and I halted time
God gave me some beats and I Rakim-ed my lines
God wrote me as beaten, I paved my own path
And came from that street like a lemonade stand
With a pen and a pitcher, I ain't got no ice
But these are bars are so cold people pay the full price
God gave me a kilt
God gave me a kilt
God gave me a kilt
God gave me a kilt
God gave me a kilt so I put Gucci on it
The clouds fade away and I now know what happens
I'll flex for today, and it is in my fate
The Gucci logo has no expiration date

Written by:
Sam Baylow

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