Songtext Chocolate souffle Shabazz Palaces

Chocolate souffle

You are now in tune (Now)
Collar Pop Records' finest (Finest)
Born in a golden forest
Five Nigerian space queens sing my chorus
Lonely gigolo, like Maurice

Hey, hey, live life like a chocolate soufflé
Coming through in Vuarnets with the top drop, Porsche, blue glaze (Yeah)
All behavior is grown, think I’m trapping? Watch my phone (Yeah)
My jumper bust your zones, I’m lurking in the undertones
Memphis cut my hair so cold, I purple air my lungs
Hey, hey, born July by the golden lakes
Wined and dined then beat the brakes
Nep seen my bitch and was like, "Touché"
This is high art, I tear the form apart

My phone's really not that smart
My phone's really not that smart
My phone's really not that smart
My phone, really not that smart

High art, my bros' tear the form apart
Yeah, my phone’s really not that smart
I identified the narcs (You), I ain’t got no arch
I’m quenched, he’s parched
I swim with the sharks off the hidden beach in the dark

I’m a movie, she want a part
I’m a movie, she want a part
I’m a movie, she want a part
I’m a movie, she want a part

No wait, live life like a velvet cupcake
I’m all in, what’s the stakes?
Been in it to win it since the purple tapes
Your girl keep calling me, "Bae", tipped a stack to the gondolier Then cruise the Champs-Elysees like I’m Maurice Chevalier
Black truck with dimes inside, waxed, buffed, and simonized
She looked at me with diamond eyes, she ain’t been back home since July (It’s March)
Look, look, wear an apron when I cook
You funk faking, I’m vacating, sitting in first class reading a book
You getting moved around like a rook
I’m so town, they need to do a book

Catch mermaids without no hook
Catch mermaids without no hook
Catch mermaids without no hook
Catch mermaids without no hook

Hey, hey, to the payday, ándale
Honey’s proliferate my image on Monday’s, rappers look at me thinking, "One day"
My soliloquy is killer bee, I feel like I’m doing ventriloquy
Oh my, another slice of peach apple pie
My gear is cobra fierce, for gold and ice, my ears is pierced
Survived the vipers den, my mise en scène is carpe diem
Cool phrases collect in the pools of my intellect
Then typed into a data stack, you a data rat, I’m a black slang acrobat
The print is cheetah, up here the air's much sweeter
Stellie squad leader, I admit I’m an elitist

At the zenith of slick demeanors
At the zenith of slick demeanors
I'm at the zenith of slick demeanors
The zenith of slick demeanors

The print's cheetah, up here the air is just much sweeter
I'm the Stellie squad leader, so, yeah, I’m somewhat of an elitist
At the zenith of slick demeanor
My drum go Fleeta, the white Inf, it got leaned in to the exotic spots that I frequent
My style’s your style's ether
Either pimp or ho, I’m neither, clocked your plot?
You better believe it, we had thot’s too, called 'em skeezers
I handle stacks, I mack down the queen of the pack
We get walked in through the back, her inhibitions melt like candle wax
I’m dressed to kill in the Seville, with the fifth wheel
Keep the ice grill, but still wheel and deal with sex appeal
Boy, chill, before I give you the Benadryl
The incentive is bending bills, pursue tremendous thrills, and don’t get killed

You're a scroller, I'm an explorer
You're a scroller, I'm an explorer
You're a scroller, I'm an explorer
You're a scroller, I'm an explorer

Hey, hey