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SPECTRE lyrics
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Intro
Two-forty-seven on Brickell, the bay don't sleep Bag on the leather, twenty-five hundred a piece
Verse 1
Auvenay on the table, hundred-twenty a glass Snowflake on her collarbone, light catch every laugh Spectre humming low like the city know my name Patek face moon-blue, hands move slow on the frame I-95 still hum when the suite go quiet Forty-second floor, downtown look like a riot Of receipts and rooftop pools and a million dollar view Birkin on the dresser like a witness in a pew
Chorus
Spectre in the driveway, ghost inside the house GranTurismo in the garage, but nobody come out Gold pen on the contract, ink don't say I love you Square nineteen eighty-three on the wall, but it don't move Ghost, house, ghost, house
Post-chorus
Diamonds on the dresser, drawer don't lock Watch your wrist, watch your wife, watch the clock
Verse 2
Birkin sitting heavy, fifty bands to two mil Choker round her neck, nine-twenty-five on the bill Felipe Massa on my wrist, ticking like a courthouse scan Every second cost more than my mama ever ran Twenty-seven thousand for the wine we ain't touched Cafecito on the counter going cold in the cup Publix bag from yesterday, normal in the pantry She said quiet money loud, but the silence got me
Chorus
Spectre in the driveway, ghost inside the house GranTurismo in the garage, but nobody come out Gold pen on the contract, ink don't spell I love you Square nineteen eighty-three on the wall, but it don't move Ghost, house, ghost, house
Verse 3
Caught my face in the Lichtenstein, dots all out of line Patek crystal show a man who don't know his own time Spectre window tinted dark, but I see the boy I was On the 441, no plates, just the dream and the bus She fixed her lipstick in the Birkin clasp, didn't say a word Pen on the marble counter, ink already dried first Phantom in the garage humming nothing back to me What I built to look like love just built a vacancy
Verse 4
I told the watch slow down, told the bag stay home Told the Spectre take a breath, told the throne it ain't a throne Auvenay in the sink, Chevalier going down the drain Cost a mortgage to forget, cost my chest to feel again She lift the choker off her neck, set it next to the keys Said the snowflake melt the same when the room go forty degrees Phantom in her parking spot, never had a mile on it Roy Lichtenstein on the wall like he tired of how I style it
Chorus
Spectre in the driveway, ghost inside the house GranTurismo in the garage, but nobody come out Gold pen on the contract, ink don't say I love you Square nineteen eighty-three on the wall, but it don't move Ghost, house, ghost, house, ghost
Bridge
I was four-forty-one cents in a Plantation laundromat Now the laundromat a memory and the memory got tax Mama said don't let the cost wear you in the long run But I wore it like a chain, and the chain weigh a ton
Verse 5
Tell the kid the Birkin ain't gon' hold your name Tell the kid the Spectre roll the same as the one-lane The watch don't owe you nothing, it just count what you been Get the choker if you want it, don't ever put it on for them Wine in the cellar age slow, but the love age slower Frame the picture if it real, leave the price tag in the foyer Sign your name with your hand, not the pen they bought you Keep the keys you can lose, lose the ones that fault you
Outro
Spectre in the driveway. Ghost inside the house.
Inside the recording
Two-forty-seven on Brickell, the bay don't sleep Bag on the leather, twenty-five hundred a piece
Spectre in the driveway, ghost inside the house GranTurismo in the garage, but nobody come out
Spectre in the driveway. Ghost inside the house.
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