75 is where the hearts cradled

Pruneaux with foie de veau and funky bottles on the table

When we roll in the spot, know the somms by their names and

Stand close to his main mans like a chain gang

Hit the river, embalm the liver, with raw juice

End up in a court yard just around the Pompidou

Hash spliffs under moonlight bump or two

Homie hits me up about that Belleville rendezvous

Breathe fumes vermouth flows freely

Dirtiest martini rocking Sergio Tacchini on the

Boulevard steps on the crest.. sunset soaks the cement as it seeps from the West yo

Raw shellfish with the lemon zest

Get a few plates compliments of the chef by the

Cool breeze, rinse repeat.. gamay by the

Flask got the roasted cauliflower and a block of hash

Glass full of Jura Labet

Afternoon apéros that bleed through the night to the next day

Wouldn't have it any other way

Glass full of Jura Labet

Bask on the shallow sand bank through the night to the next day

Wouldn't have it any other way

Uncharted, freshly departed

Air salted, always on that nonchalant shit

Moss thick, ecological

Trickle down rain dropkicks

Nourishing the ground I walk

Skip town, dip down into the icy source quick

Hand sift mangroves for turquoise crawfish

No nonsense portions of swordfish ceviche

These days not short on heat waves

Deep lakes, beach breaks and mangosteen shakes

Reality takes the fantasies shapes

With Langoustine tails and Natts by the Vis

Macerated Muscat, bag of saturn peaches

Sweet as mangoes that's guaran’ friggin’ ‘teed

Where the greenest grass grows in balance with the feet

Of the sneaking geckos, dragonflies and bees

Hear that peaceful silence that echoes through the trees