Lyrics:
beautiful, balloon!
Optical biofeedback, magnetic borders
X-Ray you see skeletons fly North for the next day
We give passes covered with dioxalyn gases
Brown to the bridge
*singing* Sailing, takes me away
To wherever I'm really going.. shoobedowop
Up, up, and away!
In my beautiful, balloon!
Optical
foreign chink bling
You ain't on my level, you hang by a string
Fuckboy aesthetic
Bitches gravitate to me, I'm magnetic
Kama Sutra, I read it
Rob your
aesthetic
Bitches gravitate to me, I'm magnetic
Kama Sutra, I read it
Rob your dinero girl, I get it
Me plus you, that's basic addition
Your man's out
a cure
You're so magnetic, theres no repelling
Your gravity, it's inescapable
This feeling's sensational, girl, you're irresistible
Irresistible
Your
’cause we’ve got it and
That’s why we keep the faith
KRS-One: The weather’s going crazy
The Earth’s magnetic field is getting wavy
People are feeling more
making them proud cause what I'ma do
Tom cruise obstacles, feel like it's mission impossible
I see through the optical, illusions confusing I got the flow
a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin
You fuckin liar, you're chasin
insignificance of this existence
With the simultaneous recognition that every decision made remains written in the infinite
Lend me your ears...or whatever you
you can see within my opticals
I am responsible for boosting up my optimal
Performance keep scoring cause losing is not optional
Even if I was doubted I
to quit it
But the Holy Spirit inside me
Insisted we make a difference
Fuck the riches
Wanted your two cents of recognition
But now I'm sittin' thinkin'
Take a trip to Florida if them boys is feeling tropical
The scope is magnifying yea the smithn hold an optical
They sayin that I'm trotting but I ain't
form
Blows through my skin, a tornado storm
Defensive systems go off line
Optical recognition of your design
I embrace your intrusion
We disappear in
recognition
(I know)
I scope them out the rifle and pipe blow
Iso
Iso
I don't
Need no assist
When I go, When I go
I'm on some god fearing warrior shit
No
pistol, magnetic (my hip to my hip)
I fuck on your aunt until she get a headache, then after while she got that neck
Got her head on lock like dreads
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