Cosmic
(Ay)
Yeah, check how I move
Wish you could do what I do
Gliding smooth, the space coupe
Unpredictable, call audibles (yeah)
"Who that nigga?"
That's rhetorical
I up my arsenal
Collided, boo, we particles
Don't be concerned
Cash like we cast spells
Don't need a wand (nope)
Spaz in my spare time
Her aura glowing like a goldmine
Just be real with me
Duffle bag Givenchy (hold on)
I keep a watch out
Tap in, might go Basquiat
I'm in the stars now
You sure this no mirage?
Cosmic campgrounds, galactic camouflage (yeah)
Close yo' eyes and tell me what you seeing in me
Open mine, she M.I.A.
Life a beach
Numb myself to the point it ain't a thing to me
Half of this shit ain't what they made it to be
It go
Poetry in motion
Pour up this potion
Reacting off emotions
Won't get you nowhere, shit
Stay in tune with me
Blasting off as I'm suppose to be
I'll go ghost if it ain't vibin' with my tempo
Hoes do the most, I see the signs
Won't catch me slipping bro
Judo flow
Blacked out like a ninja, hoe
Just up my plateau
I'm intrigued, yo' ass unique
I mean, you got me interested
I like yo energy's frequency
All is good around perfection
Thoughts come to mind like hieroglyphics
R.I.P. to my ancestors
Need no captions, painting pictures
I just keep applying pressure
Close yo' eyes and tell me what you seeing in me
Open mine, she M.I.A.
Life a beach
Numb myself to the point it ain't a thing to me
Half of this shit ain't what they made it to be
Yeah, check how I move
Wish you could do what I do
Gliding smooth, the space coupe
Unpredictable, call audibles (yeah)
"Who that nigga?"
That's rhetorical
I up my arsenal
Collided, boo, we particles
Don't be concerned
Cash like we cast spells
Don't need a wand (nope)
Spaz in my spare time
Her aura glowing like a goldmine
Just be real with me
Duffle bag Givenchy (hold on)
I keep a watch out
Tap in, might go Basquiat
I'm in the stars now
You sure this no mirage?
Cosmic campgrounds, galactic camouflage (yeah)
Close yo' eyes and tell me what you seeing in me
Open mine, she M.I.A.
Life a beach
Numb myself to the point it ain't a thing to me
Half of this shit ain't what they made it to be
It go
Poetry in motion
Pour up this potion
Reacting off emotions
Won't get you nowhere, shit
Stay in tune with me
Blasting off as I'm suppose to be
I'll go ghost if it ain't vibin' with my tempo
Hoes do the most, I see the signs
Won't catch me slipping bro
Judo flow
Blacked out like a ninja, hoe
Just up my plateau
I'm intrigued, yo' ass unique
I mean, you got me interested
I like yo energy's frequency
All is good around perfection
Thoughts come to mind like hieroglyphics
R.I.P. to my ancestors
Need no captions, painting pictures
I just keep applying pressure
Close yo' eyes and tell me what you seeing in me
Open mine, she M.I.A.
Life a beach
Numb myself to the point it ain't a thing to me
Half of this shit ain't what they made it to be
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Writer(s): Isaac Hamilton
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