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Kaly - Glass Bottles Lyrics



Kaly - Glass Bottles Lyrics
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I think the chicken's a little too dry at Roscoe's
I buy all of my pants and my socks at Costco
I'm used to codeswitchin' like Donnie Broscoe
I once led a gang of lost boys, Dante Bosco,
White folks gettin' confused, callin' me Paco
Askin' for the nachos and a bowl of gazpacho
IG clones snap pics, ask for a follow
All their egos are fragile as glass bottles
I grew up watchin' Eminem battlin' Lotto
So much blow in the bathroom, it look like winter in Oslo
USA want me to pray to the twelve apostles
But all my gods got eight arms like they was Otto
Octavius, not an atheist, I'm enveloped in radiance
Got a fine lookin' melanin gradient
Coveted it by these Caucasians
Slim Indian with a tilted brim, this ain't a win
I don't play to win, I am made to win, I am him, him
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
If you say you for the culture, then I know you not
And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot
If you say you for the culture, then I know you not
And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot
Let's get it
I hate everything that you are
Ooh, I hate how they dealt these cards
How a sari is all you need, to be taken seriously
How a bindhi is more important than the person who actually wore it
You ain't no purist, you're a tourist
Everything ain't solved with tea
Hate how we come from democracy, from nonviolence
But you like this guy cause your mommy, daddy like him
You gon' be just like him
Have a brain, have vision, man, f*ck religion
While I'm at it, man, f*ck partition
Yeah, I said it, you all my dogs, I don't care anymore
That ain't my cause, I ain't fightin no wars
For these stupid old men who ain't gettin no broads
Say they pray every day, so you thinking they Gods
You could grow your beard out, still look like a fraud
Hate that you let them just do what they want
And I hate that you say that you represent
Don't know who your rep is
See, Pramila need to be protected
Ro Khanna, he stay on my guest list
And I hate that you love (talk that shit)
For making movies about rappers, couldn't let me live
And I hate these promoters been paying the same motherf*cker for the past 10 years
Ain't giving us shit
And I hate brown rappers think they better than me
That's a goddamn lie
And I hate that you still won't do better after this song
But, I still gotta try
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
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English

I think the chicken's a little too dry at Roscoe's
I buy all of my pants and my socks at Costco
I'm used to codeswitchin' like Donnie Broscoe
I once led a gang of lost boys, Dante Bosco,
White folks gettin' confused, callin' me Paco
Askin' for the nachos and a bowl of gazpacho
IG clones snap pics, ask for a follow
All their egos are fragile as glass bottles
I grew up watchin' Eminem battlin' Lotto
So much blow in the bathroom, it look like winter in Oslo
USA want me to pray to the twelve apostles
But all my gods got eight arms like they was Otto
Octavius, not an atheist, I'm enveloped in radiance
Got a fine lookin' melanin gradient
Coveted it by these Caucasians
Slim Indian with a tilted brim, this ain't a win
I don't play to win, I am made to win, I am him, him
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
If you say you for the culture, then I know you not
And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot
If you say you for the culture, then I know you not
And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot
Let's get it
I hate everything that you are
Ooh, I hate how they dealt these cards
How a sari is all you need, to be taken seriously
How a bindhi is more important than the person who actually wore it
You ain't no purist, you're a tourist
Everything ain't solved with tea
Hate how we come from democracy, from nonviolence
But you like this guy cause your mommy, daddy like him
You gon' be just like him
Have a brain, have vision, man, f*ck religion
While I'm at it, man, f*ck partition
Yeah, I said it, you all my dogs, I don't care anymore
That ain't my cause, I ain't fightin no wars
For these stupid old men who ain't gettin no broads
Say they pray every day, so you thinking they Gods
You could grow your beard out, still look like a fraud
Hate that you let them just do what they want
And I hate that you say that you represent
Don't know who your rep is
See, Pramila need to be protected
Ro Khanna, he stay on my guest list
And I hate that you love (talk that shit)
For making movies about rappers, couldn't let me live
And I hate these promoters been paying the same motherf*cker for the past 10 years
Ain't giving us shit
And I hate brown rappers think they better than me
That's a goddamn lie
And I hate that you still won't do better after this song
But, I still gotta try
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
Take a sip from that bottle, swallow
Now talk that shit that you wanna
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Writer: Shankar Tucker, Kunal Patel, Utkarsh Ambudkar
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Kaly - Glass Bottles Video
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Performed By: Kaly
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Shankar Tucker, Kunal Patel, Utkarsh Ambudkar

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