Crown Lyrics – Anderson .Paak, Cordae

Read the full Crown lyrics by Anderson .Paak and Cordae from the album HEAVY IS THE CROWN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Anderson Paak’s music, you can also explore Days Like This and Karma Tax, two other songs by Anderson Paak.

[Intro]
Conductor

[Chorus]
Sipping on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)

[Verse 1]
Uh, these days I just feel like everybody fake
Mama used to drive a green Camry back in ’98
And cuz move keys like Ray Charles in designer shades
They did my lil’ bro unjust, so we tryna blaze
They left him dеad on the scene likе Alec Baldwin
And plus his mama still in denial like alcoholics
What’s going on? S*it, you couldn’t imagine, Marvin
But ain’t no mountain high enough even if we crawling
Me and AP the second coming, the rest is done with
A couple fifties, the rest is hundreds, it’s just abundance
Maryland, L.A, New York and Paris and next is London
It’s always deeper than it seems, s*it is never nothing

[Chorus]
Sipping on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)

[Verse 2]
Loud pack in the sound bath with a white b!tch
She gon’ do Pilates, I’ma finish writing my script
Renovate the house, my sister still ain’t bought the tiles yet
These alpaca rugs, you don’t rub, you block this
Peep the fire optics, you see I’m stepping on s*it

I could make a opp sick, I could make ’em nauseous
All these Impalas, she thought she was on a safari (Conductor)
Welcome to the jungle slash artificial epitaph
You look much better with the filters, I’m sorry
Take this Labubu and shoo-shoo, you bore me
Art I’m importing, decorate my walls ’cause I’m sick of buying jewelry
Fool ’em, no newbie, my shoes suede Gucci

[Chorus]
Sipping on this brown liquor got me nostalgic
Plastic on couches, pictures in the kitchen of Martin and Malcolm
Matriarch heirloom stones decorate the crown and (Crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)
Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown (Crown, crown)