BooDha

I know you're a Buddha
But you're a Buddha with a Booty
Good googaly moogaly
I can see your beauty
And I ain't talking about your temple
But thank God for your Kin Folk
And thank them for the Duty
See I ain't tryna get behind that
Even though I wouldn't mind it
Gotta know where your minds at
If I'm going to mine it
I'm a Man, I'm a Miner
But I ain't ready for a minor
So if I get a minor
It's gotta be with the mindful
I really need a blindfold
Because I'm getting hypocritical
That critical hip visual
Will put me on the blind road
And turn this into an obituary
You take a vision from a visionary
Put it in a cemetery
And I ain't trying to bury my goals
So maybe I should leave

Babe, you parlay
I think you're good
And parlay
Bad things would, if I partake, It parlays
And parlays
And parlays

Buddha!
She's Buddha with a booty
YEBO

She a Buddha with a booty
And
If you get past that and pay attention
You can see her expanding the blessing
That it gets much better than the dressing
That her mindstate's sitting on the Jetsons
And you can't reach that with an erection
Even if you're packing like you're in a Western
She's gonna leave you looking like you lost your best friend There are galaxies the body is protecting
There's a God inside of that dress
Inside of that body guiding that breath
A whole lot of heaven
So if you get disrespectful
You're summoning a hellstorm when she checks you
A whole lot of wrath that you might not get through
You where just thinking about sexing the vessel
But now you're losing connection with a beautiful form of heaven
YEBO!

Babe, you parlay
I think you're good
And parlay
Bad things would, if I partake, It parlays
And parlays
And parlays

Buddha!
She's Buddha with a booty
YEBO

Shine
Seasoning the features of your shrine
Seeing only seems to see some
Time is sum
What sum? If you're timeless
And summer is only one season?

Babe, you parlay
I think you're good
And parlay
Bad things would, if I partake, It parlays
And parlays
And parlays

Buddha!
She's Buddha with a booty
YEBO