David Dallas - Bourdain

Directed, shot & edited by James K Lowe & Nicole Miller-Wong Song produced by 41 Lyrics [Verse 1] I got girls watchin’ from burners Why’s your man still on his learners? Way too old for all of this shit Can’t fool me, you thought you was slick Keep my name out all of your lips Unless you been and bought you some tick’s I’m in transactional mode Grab your card, tap it and go Ain’t no sandbaggin’, it shows CeeDee Lamb catchin’ them throws Ams just can’t hang with the pros Got ANZAC in my bones I go Mad Max for my bros I got anthrax for my foes Checked the NASDAQ and it rose They want handbags and some clothes They want fit pics for the Gram Why they act like that’s a brand? Cunts’ll switch up for a grand Have to soft-block ’em as spam Pouring hot sauce on my lamb Pour that pét-nat in my glass If I came through, you know I ate Can’t intermittently fast Too hype, man, I got the itch Still got vices I’m tryna fix Used to bite my tongue till it ripped Spoke like Tyson, I had a lisp Now, it’s dry and I’m on the slicks Riding high ’cause I got the hits Why they tryna give me they tips? Bad advice just gives me the ick [Chorus] They could never Even when I go I’ll still be lookin’ put together Anthony Bourdain: Know that I’ma cook forever Made too many memories Now to remember (Way too long) Fuck it, it’s whatever They know they could never Looking back on what you should’ve Done just isn’t clever Put the work in now ’cause you’ll look up and it’s December How’d I get these enemies? Yeah, can’t remember (Way too long) Fuck it, it’s whatever They know they could never [Verse 2] Yeah Body’s weak, but the mind is strong Pick the hill that you’re dying on It’s all in, we’re decided on Won’t make the cut if your diet’s wrong Got regrets and they miles long Got a pen, I might write my wrongs Got some bread, I might write your songs Hell nah, I don’t like your form Where the fuck are those Nikes from? Make a point that I won’t go there Had to tighten my social sphere Just some people I won’t go near Don’t come knockin’, ain’t open here Careful now not to overshare People bite what they overhear People mad when they don’t compare It’s disappointin’, but hope is rare Atheist, I ain’t known for prayers Certain things that God can’t save Told you all not to poke the bear Ain’t often this vocal, yeah On top so long, I’m a local here Gettin’ into my mogul years You dead broke and there’s no repair No sugar up in my Coke all year Too grown to vape but on smoke all year You dig your grave when you don’t prepare (You dig?) So I’m back to the business now Still makin’ my sister proud Windows down and my system loud (Louder) [Chorus] Even when I go I’ll still be lookin’ put together Anthony Bourdain: Know that I’ma cook forever Made too many memories Now to remember Fuck it, it’s whatever They know they could never Looking back on what you should’ve Done just isn’t clever Put the work in now ’cause you’ll look up and it’s December How’d I get these enemies? Yeah, can’t remember Fuck it, it’s whatever They know they could never