Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Tapas’ 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 my sole purpose
Long hair, speak Turkish
Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
About to cop the crib furnished
Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
Quattro fromage
Big plate look like a lobster collage
I’m on the art and the food scene
F*ck rap, laying back, eating poutine
Matter of fact, couple raps will make a coupe lean
While you see me in the shorts all weather
Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
Rockaway smelling like Georgi
Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
Breading the porgy
20 seconds dead in the forty
All this money to be gotten
Hailin’ from the rotten
Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
When I’m stepping the loafer
Creamy like the robiola
Guaranteed I’m getting box like an old controller
Baby momma catching cases
High speed chases
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
You only live once, so f*ck if I’mma waste it
I’m in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
Daddy disapprove of my life just like I’m Marvin Gaye
Keep the Dodge, I want the ’87 Saab in gray
Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
Light tan on the shoe like banana nut
Strong odor off the weed like your grandma’s butt
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
But I’m known to eat expensive lunches
From the farm right to the table
Aired straight right to the plate I doubt you could relate
Figs at the peak of their ripeness
Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
So cut the check
Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
Floating in the water, north of North Dakota
Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
Pussy like a leather jacket
Been to hell and back
They tried to sell me back, but they couldn’t
Hookers by the Ho-Jo chillen with Doc Gooden
“tapas up for grabs so f*ck it, then why wouldn’t
Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt
Track 16 on Blue Chips
15. 103 And Roosy17. Nordic wind!
Last track off of the Blue Chips mixtape.