Alchemy
Turn on the mother fuckin' beat
I've had enough
You're just my luck
I had you once
Lost and found
I burn from your touch
Yea, your hips so clutch
Turn around for love
Turn around (Yea)
That's my car it's not a stolen one
Oh yea, aye (Wheels, keys)
Look but the cops still look like I owe 'em somethin'
Oh yea, aye (No, not me)
I want the racks I ain't wanna owe 'em none
Oh yea, aye (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now this bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
Oh yea, aye
Drunk for the hell of it
I was already lit
I don't remember shit
I've been too relevant
And she jump on my dick how I jump in the pit
And my wings is legit and I swear I don't miss
From smash to exhaust back to smash so we switch
Average joes even get how you're a lick
I dropped out of Soc, so I don't politic
Chanel with Chantel just how I like to mix
I just want the blue checks can't misrepresent
And she run to my stream like I play games on Twitch
And her dry act gon' work a little more when she fit
I made her a psychic, don't call me a snitch
Yea, the magic on ten, watch me ghost ride the whip
Lookin' like it's time to go on my trip
You're goin' numb while I carry the win
Gyro, gryo my limit
My records already in the Guinness
I don't give two fucks about a scrimmage
Make my opps play their position
We used to be better people
Now we see better people
Love like this may be evil
All the time
Hey, remember our little deal
How we slipped up like appeal
Do I stop or do I yield?
All the time
I couldn't believe it was real
The way you made me feel
It's meltin' me like steel
All the time
Yea, I'mma quit draggin' my wings
Stay equipped rock with the heat
Do I still have to say please?
I want the Rolls Ghost for free
We got options, where we goin'?
I know you love to lay by the ocean
Show me what I need to notice
All the time
You threw my heart in the open
You should've took care of my emotions
Now I need distractions, 'cause I'm focused
All the time
Nothin' to worry 'bout but devotion
Nothin' to worry 'bout but devotion
Now the magic got me floating off the potion
I've had enough
You're just my luck
I had you once
Lost and found
I burn from your touch
Yea, your hips so clutch
Turn around for love
Turn around (Yea)
That's my car it's not a stolen one
Oh yea, aye (Wheels, keys)
Look but the cops still look like I owe 'em somethin'
Oh yea, aye (No, not me)
I want the racks I ain't wanna owe 'em none
Oh yea, aye (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now this bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
Oh yea, aye
I've had enough
You're just my luck
I had you once
Lost and found
I burn from your touch
Yea, your hips so clutch
Turn around for love
Turn around (Yea)
That's my car it's not a stolen one
Oh yea, aye (Wheels, keys)
Look but the cops still look like I owe 'em somethin'
Oh yea, aye (No, not me)
I want the racks I ain't wanna owe 'em none
Oh yea, aye (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now this bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
Oh yea, aye
Drunk for the hell of it
I was already lit
I don't remember shit
I've been too relevant
And she jump on my dick how I jump in the pit
And my wings is legit and I swear I don't miss
From smash to exhaust back to smash so we switch
Average joes even get how you're a lick
I dropped out of Soc, so I don't politic
Chanel with Chantel just how I like to mix
I just want the blue checks can't misrepresent
And she run to my stream like I play games on Twitch
And her dry act gon' work a little more when she fit
I made her a psychic, don't call me a snitch
Yea, the magic on ten, watch me ghost ride the whip
Lookin' like it's time to go on my trip
You're goin' numb while I carry the win
Gyro, gryo my limit
My records already in the Guinness
I don't give two fucks about a scrimmage
Make my opps play their position
We used to be better people
Now we see better people
Love like this may be evil
All the time
Hey, remember our little deal
How we slipped up like appeal
Do I stop or do I yield?
All the time
I couldn't believe it was real
The way you made me feel
It's meltin' me like steel
All the time
Yea, I'mma quit draggin' my wings
Stay equipped rock with the heat
Do I still have to say please?
I want the Rolls Ghost for free
We got options, where we goin'?
I know you love to lay by the ocean
Show me what I need to notice
All the time
You threw my heart in the open
You should've took care of my emotions
Now I need distractions, 'cause I'm focused
All the time
Nothin' to worry 'bout but devotion
Nothin' to worry 'bout but devotion
Now the magic got me floating off the potion
I've had enough
You're just my luck
I had you once
Lost and found
I burn from your touch
Yea, your hips so clutch
Turn around for love
Turn around (Yea)
That's my car it's not a stolen one
Oh yea, aye (Wheels, keys)
Look but the cops still look like I owe 'em somethin'
Oh yea, aye (No, not me)
I want the racks I ain't wanna owe 'em none
Oh yea, aye (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now this bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
Oh yea, aye
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Writer(s): Ian Turner, Turn On Music
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