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Alex Lepping - Not Topic Lyrics

[Intro]
STOP!! Stop, stop
O-okay, play the beat
Play the beat, play the beat
Alex made a banger

[Verse 1: Asher DeVerna]
I forgot how to do this!
Double entendres mixed up in my head like it's Rubik's
Red, orange, green, blue, yellow
Slow at making art like a turtle that's named Donatello
Lemme think about a line with a double meaning
About the time I was accused of cheating (yeah)
Okay, I think I got it
I finish my test so fast they think I was a cheetah
They unnecessarily salty like the rim on a glass of a fancy margerita
Do you gеt it? (Get what?)
That felt pretty good whеn I said it
Can't chase me like it's debit or credit
My bars go hyper like a link, 'cause you know I embed it

[Verse 2: Rampullyuh]
Never let bro cook again bruh (menu)
Say "it's not like Brothers," come on cuh (Vincent)
I'm rejecting you like your name's the null (stats)
Pass the bar exam, I called Saul (breaking bad)
Stare into my eyes, I'm a Shakespeare skull (Hamlet)
Lookin' for an architect, I see Mul (Chris)
Robert all the time go "baa baa baa" (goat)
The baby disappears, I'm like "nah nah nah" (go)
Talk about Soho, go "blah blah blah" (Mrs. Hart)
Quite a land like "la la la" (Ryan Gosling)
Keep my head down like Stu and Lace
Iconic duo like tooth and paste (brush)
All my bars are true and based
Nightcrawling like we Lou in haste (Nightcrawler)
The ice and snow is blue and chaste (Hamlet)
Murder mystery (Adam Sandler)
Got a clue misplaced, where is it?
[Verse 3: Owen Parrott]
They're in you, they're in me, they're in anything we see
Are we up? Are we down? Are we inside out?
Corrupt and devout with my main man Faust
Raise the dead, necronomicon
Boar's head, cask and demijohn
What, you egg, he's on the prowl
He stabs him, a murder most fowl
Who let bro cook? The golden goose
The Brothers Grimm, it's in a book (reading rainbow)
Barbra Streishand, we're not just damned, we're coarse and rough, we're everywhere
Ancient pharaohs, endless Penrose, ouroboros, perfect repose (woo)

[Interlude]
Okay, what?
Huh?
This is my score
What, yuh, ehh, yuh

[Verse 4: Alex L]
Okay, so look
Talent show got 'em so shook
I saw your act, I'm like "who let bro cook?" (who let bro cook?)
Working harder than like anyone else, last few years we done took so many Ls (yeah)
Designed my own fit, yeah it gets way too custom
He don't show up with his own drums I don't trust 'em (huh)
Accustomed to mess ups although we discussed none (huh)
The effort y'all put in has got me disgusted, like
What does the point of your band be?
Evil like Candie, I stay collecting these bands, B
Dance while I kill 'em, I feel like Sandee (Sandee)
Make myself clear like do you understand me? (ay)
I knew it was over as soon as I hopped out the car (skrrt)
Baby, I know I'm a star (whoa)
You heard one line and got rid of your bars
And lost your composure like Lydia Tar, ha!
[Outro]
Skrrt!
Yeah, ruff!