Jeff Porter - FRIED HADDOCK FLOWS Lyrics

32 years on this Earth, and I'm just feelin' grateful
Learned to love the journey, ain't no tellin' where this life will take you
Kennebunkport with the fam, I really cherish this
Crab cakes and fried clams, they fresher than my nephew is
Cajun haddock sandwich on the brioche with the tartar sauce
Mike Jones in '05 cause I could teach you how to floss
Grill 23, you know the ribeye aged 100 days
Brown butter old fashioned, think I'll take another taste
Garlic spinach on the side, when I go get my lamb braised
Feel like I'm just schoolin' the crowd cause they got they hands raised
But we ain't in the classroom, promise I'm the last dude
That you want it with, It's over with, assume ownership
Of all your mistakes, tryna take, everything I make
I'm irate, and truly the main course, you a side plate
It's my fate, to show the rest of the world, that I'm great
It's my date, especially with destiny so I'll wait
Shit, I thought I'd grab a feature for this
But f*ck that, feast your eyes upon this key performance
Gotta keep they interest high, just like the steepest mortgage
Bruce Wayne life, partygoers sayin' she was gorgeous
Jump up in my Batmobile, right there beneath the fortress
When you really rap this ill, shit, you don't need a chorus
Bach parties with the homies, beer pong and tellin' stories
Saratoga racetrack, throwin' bread up on some ponies
Win, show, place, exacta box, and a trifecta
Real ones over here, no fugazis up in my sector
Live a wild life, never cappin' this is not a fable
I deserve to make it plus I'm willing and I'm able
Causin' so much chaos like it's D-Von go and get the table
I'm Ty Dolla Sign, so many horses in the stable
Psilocybin got me feeling like I'm floating on a star
Jeff DaVinci cause I promise that this flow is really art, yeah