Wine lyrics

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[Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn]
My only bae is a bayonet
Clairvoyant, no clarinet
[?] animal, a punk with a minor threat
Freckle upon lower lip, I'll [?] you right in your face
You livid and wanna trip like mushrooms and acid and sh*t
(Keep going) I'm breathing, infantry against the infant
You f**king babies still teething (wah!)
Pacifier the pacifist pass the fire, I'm lit
Walking the wire balance emotion poisonous spit, I'm legit
(Like that real sh*t), like legitimate, not like young people
Privileged to say "legit" cause it's in again
Hashtag trending, we into it for the moment
We intimate, all about it coincident
Be over it, now that's something y'all showed it, it
(The f**k is you saying?)
Just have a sip, enjoy the liquid like Rico told you some time ago
To do but more specific, intriguing, and quite articulate
Cadence like sun and cheeba
And [?] suede is my track suit from London is how I greet ya

[Hook: Onry Ozzborn]
Down in the cellar collecting a better taste
Potency over the limit like I was laced
With other stimulants, mummified
Got rid of what's petrified
So now I reside as a wine with no waste
To every Hannibal dinner I am invited
I go down smoothly then calmly, you get excited
I been accepted, no reverence without any preference
This Molotov c*cktail's been ignited

[Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn]
I'm ageless, my only wrinkles exist in time
Fountain of youth design, I'm encoded by the Lord's wine
In this winery hears all gossip that travels throughout its vine
Out of a youngling's mouth and translated to a cosine (out of line)
With the potency of [?] needle dipped in some Old West whiskey
Then syphoned from [?] steeple connected to burning buildings
TVs, mosques and taverns, universities, NASA, log cabins
(Castles with lanterns) also have 'em, let me tell you
They have 'em antenna radio, active a cancer pallet induced
Like David Banner, so keep me in quarantine, I'm a quarter mean
The rest of me pleasant but has a death wish
And fetish to sip your cores of steam
Read it and weep like o' b*t*h
Your obituary pronounced you dead and has called you a snitch
Suggest you flock with all the rest and make sure part of the herd
Is where you follow so heard your voice will be
With all inanimate creatures who lurk

[Hook: Onry Ozzborn]
Down in the cellar collecting a better taste
Potency over the limit like I was laced
With other stimulants, mummified
Got rid of what's petrified
So now I reside as a wine with no waste
To every Hannibal dinner I am invited
I go down smoothly then calmly, you get excited
I been accepted, no reverence without any preference
This Molotov c*cktail's been ignited

[Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman]
Vino, my credo is D-low
I move in silence, nobody knows what I'm doing 'til it's done
Shoveling my own grave until it's dug
I've headed to the ceiling yet I'm spilling blood
Yo, raise your glass and fill 'er hup
Chewing on a blade of grass
You mighta heard it through the grape vine, grapes of wrath
Yeah, the rumor was I was injured
No worry, I've got a vineyard
"Yo, let's go" says the drunken rep probate
Red visits, chillin' some place you can't locate
Science fair winner making out beneath bleachers
Vision blurred, teachers trouble making out features
Yeah, make sure you can hear clear
Yo that was a good look, yo that was a good year
So open up your mind and lift the brain out
Either abstain or you'll never get the stain out

[Hook: Onry Ozzborn]
Down in the cellar collecting a better taste
Potency over the limit like I was laced
With other stimulants, mummified
Got rid of what's petrified
So now I reside as a wine with no waste
To every Hannibal dinner I am invited
I go down smoothly then calmly, you get excited
I been accepted, no reverence without any preference
This Molotov c*cktail's been ignited

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