Durag vs. Headband – Song and Lyrics by Action Bronson

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Durag vs. Headband’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Yeah, yeah (uh-uh)
It’s me, it’s me (uh-uh)
I was hatched in ’83
Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
Just leave this shit, man

If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
Take your brain out, hey now
On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
One more year I’ll be on Lake George, retired
Big steak like a Jeep tire
Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

I been hot since I was this big, yeah
I been hot since I was this big, stupid

I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
Mash the petal of the 850
Sound like the thunder cracking
I’m in a club with a condom on
All Under Armour on

And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne’s World
That was shining in the window
Since 13 I been a nympho
F*ck That’s Delicious on box set
Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
I just dropped a million kroner, I’m a stoner
You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man
Holy shit
I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun