[VERSE 1, "Expensive Wine Tasting]
Memories in the ash tray
Making moves so I’ll reside where the cash stay
And if it’s going I’ma follow, drop the bottle
No moscato, wallowing, alive up on arrival
Wipe my lips then I flick it to the side
Tripping from the ride, ‘cause we hit too many speed bumps
Drunk, just my luck, I’m in the back
Sticking to the facts, when I’m sippin’ from a flask
I’m gone like a Diglet using dig
Sinking like a ship, it’s just a figment of my id
Crash into an iceberg, just to find out what the
Ice worth, name of the game still lightworks
That’s James Yancey, I got max HP like a
Chansey, up the Ante, take my talents to
Miami, ~two grammy’s, it’s uncanny~ (uh) This ain’t
December but I’m feeling like the Mr. Hankey

[HOOK, X2]
First dinner, last supper
A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the
promenade, palm trees, a little R&R
Propellin’ him to elegant, tellin ‘em au revoir

[VERSE 2]
Taking lessons and learning the proper etiquette
Table settings and serving the lobster delicate
Engine revving, we swerving, so go and tell a friend
That it’s the essence of burning the proper sedatives
Wild nights, crew shit
Childlike, too lit
Guile-like, sonic boom hits
And a vial of that vital where the moon sits
Planting seeds so I could get up in them tulips
Slanted speech that mix the cadence of when DOOM spits
Likened to the streets, I’m describing what I see
Writing like I’m Michael, Ye, Curren$y and Lil B
Let em know that you be feeling all the chill shit
Seeing ghosts, I’m on my Pokemon, Silph shit
Better understand how I kilt this, And these haters
never had a chance, they on some world cup Brazil shit

[HOOK, x2]
First dinner, last supper
A little slimmer than the last summer, so I be struttin’ through the
promenade, palm trees, a little R&R
Propellin’ him to elegance, and tell ‘em au revoir

[VERSE 3, "Miss Softee]
Double scoops of the cold s’mores
Waffle cone cause it holds more, finish it or else
The shit will hit the floor warm, you been forewarned
And yes I hoard quarts

Got the heaters for your pipe dreams
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Spittin’ sweeter than it might seem
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Driving down the block, thinking hi fiends
And I do it for the Ice Cream
Provide them with the stock, living my scheme
And I do it for the Ice Cream