Pretty Papi - PSYKEDELIK

PSYKEDELIK

Mind your business and I'll mind mine's, yeah
I don't wanna snort some fat lines, hey
Ass for dinner, call that fine dine, yeah
Tokin' up, turnin' up the sine, yeah
Now we blastin' out some ear drums, hey
Goin' stupid, yeah, we go dumb, hey
Throwin' down on the dance floor, hey
Toss a bottle, maybe two more, hey

We goin' high up in the sky
Let me tell you why
I would rather die than be in the arms of that guy
Let me spit out all the truth
Spittin' bars, I'm in the booth
Searchin' for the truth
They call me Super Sleuth

Hey
Now let's go crazy
My mind is fuckin' hazy
Cause we 'bout to hit the drop
Pushin' up some fuckin' daisies
Don't be apologetic
It's old, just like a relic
My rhymes are so poetic
Give it to 'em, PSYKEDELIK

PSYKEDELIK

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Writer(s): David Alderete
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