​braeburn

[Intro]
"An old merry dinner party
A sort of occasion we all enjoy
The men are exchanging witty stories
And look at the women, aren't they pretty?"

[Verse]
They could never play me like a chord
Check the board, ain't a game
But I been runnin' up the score
Who the count? Oh, that's me
They can't touch me on the beat
All I spit is heat, got 'em runnin' like retreat, yeah
Runnin' for the trees, shit, I smoke those
All I do is bulldoze
Weak ass rappers, yeah, bozos
Shit, I feel untouchable
Shootin' out shots and the gun is full
Shit, I feel untouchable
Shootin' out shots and the gun is full

[Outro]
"Look at the way they laugh-
Look at the way they laugh-
Look at the way they laugh-
They're delightful-
They're delightful-
Look at the way they laugh...they're delightful"