"Crown" lyrics
Anderson .Paak & YBN Cordae Lyrics
Conductor
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
[Cordae:]
Uh, these days I just feel like everybody fake
Mama used to drive a green Camry back in '98
And cuz move keys like Ray Charles in designer shades
They did my lil' bro unjust, so we tryna blaze
They left him dead on the scene like Alec Baldwin
And plus his mama still in denial like alcoholics
What's goin' on? Shit, you couldn't imagine, Marvin
But ain't no mountain high enough even if we crawlin'
Me and AP the second comin', the rest is done with
A couple fifties, the rest is hundreds, it's just abundance
Maryland, L.A., New York, and Paris, and next is London
It's always deeper than it seems, shit is never nothin'
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Loud pack in the sound bath with a white bitch
She gon' do Pilates, I'ma finish writing my script
Renovate the house, my sister still ain't bought the tiles yet
These alpaca rugs, you don't rub, you blot this
Peep the fire optics, you see I'm steppin' on shit
I could make a opp sick, I could make 'em nauseous
All these Impalas, she thought she was on a safari (Conductor)
Welcome to the jungle slash artificial epitaph
You look much better with the filters, I'm sorry
Take this Labubu and shoo-shoo, you bore me
Art I'm importing, decorate my walls 'cause I'm sick of buyin' jewelry
Fool 'em, no newbie, my shoes suede Gucci
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
[Cordae:]
Uh, these days I just feel like everybody fake
Mama used to drive a green Camry back in '98
And cuz move keys like Ray Charles in designer shades
They did my lil' bro unjust, so we tryna blaze
They left him dead on the scene like Alec Baldwin
And plus his mama still in denial like alcoholics
What's goin' on? Shit, you couldn't imagine, Marvin
But ain't no mountain high enough even if we crawlin'
Me and AP the second comin', the rest is done with
A couple fifties, the rest is hundreds, it's just abundance
Maryland, L.A., New York, and Paris, and next is London
It's always deeper than it seems, shit is never nothin'
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Loud pack in the sound bath with a white bitch
She gon' do Pilates, I'ma finish writing my script
Renovate the house, my sister still ain't bought the tiles yet
These alpaca rugs, you don't rub, you blot this
Peep the fire optics, you see I'm steppin' on shit
I could make a opp sick, I could make 'em nauseous
All these Impalas, she thought she was on a safari (Conductor)
Welcome to the jungle slash artificial epitaph
You look much better with the filters, I'm sorry
Take this Labubu and shoo-shoo, you bore me
Art I'm importing, decorate my walls 'cause I'm sick of buyin' jewelry
Fool 'em, no newbie, my shoes suede Gucci
Sippin' on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown, and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
