Brian Is Ze - Werk Out (Cool Down Remix) Lyrics

It's mrMixter Raise-the-dead-squad
Razor lazer breath bots
Rain of terror despot
Invading your head spot
We can record
Take a weekend abroad
Wait give it a thought
Check my account maybe not
Head up to Notsuoh with a duo
Baby you know
Ebo Juan get me gone
I go in and make em move the culos
Leave the club. Straight to brunch
Pizza with prosciutto
Mimosa telling me "no, sir"
You're not too broke for two more
Sipping the serum to to see what it takes
To start making me tell the truth more
Bullshit is giving me headaches
But it's not a tumor
Born to be bad til my back breaks
F*ck til I put them in a back brace
Nothing new. All that I do and I'm taking it back to the black age
Check up my sleeve it's a black ace
Looking so pretty in black lace
I keep on telling the world that I'm queer
But all that they see is a black gay
Want me to put on some blackface
Might make em more comfortable that way
I don't intend to have money to spend if I gotta start earning it that way

Feeling like a reject
Looking super fly tho
I'm just trying to come as queer as the Cat Daddy video
Commander of the cobra team
Spottie ottie dopamine
Let it drip like mainstream
Candy paint and codeine
Codified the cop calls, "one of the good ones", and the "not alls"
We don't even sweat it
Keep on pushing til the top falls
Weird kid talking like my mouth got an overbite
Didn't hear I'm killing it
That was just an oversight
Overnight I could make a new mixtape
I'll be making beats that bang until my hands break
Handshake Good job
I'm a boss Like the mob
Got Slobs on my knob
Dumb dirt brush em off
Get it off my shoulder gotta have the room to rotate
Not an angle or a demon just a dumbass with no taste
I go fast with no breaks
Just trying to find out what it takes
To get bodies moving and occupy forever like Wu-tang

Double dutching out the gym
Queer and chubby as shit
Never work out
But the Brits all call me fit
Fiends get to fighting over me
My signatures need a notary
Frauds are all upons and I gotta let em know its me
Tried to kill my business by speaking up litigious
Grimes told me get rest. F*ck the false and the frivolous
Fall winter wardrobe
Shorts and a kimono
Because cultural appropriation keeps killing the expos
Nothing left to expose
You can see me head to toe
Except you couldn't see me if I donated a telescope
Need an ever wider scope
Colors like kaleidoscope
Count your blessings they're undressing me with eyes full of hope
Addressing me with a false familiarity
If you really knew me you would know it's not your turn to speak
Know to keep my gain tweaked
So I can spit my ipecac (neat)
Lyrical crossfit til I verbal vomit
Werk out complete