10 Wishes
Oh shit
Fuck
Excuse me
In the daze, it's eight in the morning, I already smoked a eighth
What can I say, it's just another day
Finna fade, to the steezo
Need to grab some more backwoods, cause your boy getting low
You know, how it go
Might bag me a bitch
Fuck is this
Something caught my attention quick, in that ditch
It's a chrome jar, or a bottle
Pick it up, wipe it off
This motherfucker hollow, man it's worthless
Then I hear the sound of a serpent
Behind me something's lurking, I'm certain
So I take a step forward, and I duck
Whatever it is, better knuckle up
Left hand breakfast, right hand lunch
There stands an old man, with the can in hand
Devilish grin, he said, pick a number
I said ten
Granted, shall we begin, with the limits
No interruptions, please listen until I finish
Number one, I cannot kill anyone
Number two, can't manifest love, it has to be true
Number three, I cannot bring anyone back from the dead
Yes you heard what I said, ten wishes from this djinn
Okay, hold up
I can talk now, right
You a clown
What put you up to this
It was that nigga Mike
Mad Deezey
Fuck it, let's try something easy
Big body, hellcat, 2017
SRT with a TV
To my surprise, I seen that red eye slide
All this before my eyes, challenge myself to drive
Faster, than the passenger
Said, you have nine left master
Cool, I wish for a mansion with six swimming pools
All encrusted with expensive jewels
Make me rich with diamond dusted shoes
I want a yacht, and a full working staff and crew
And enough strong weed to keep me high from the Gulf of Mexico to Peru
Can't understand it, I got a genie
But he rocks a beanie, I think he's blind
Can he even see me? I look at his face
Expression, not a trace
Eyes black as an ace of spades
With an aura bright as the pearly gates
I sense evil, but can it really be
Can something so amazing really be my enemy
Everything is free, it cost me zero energy
I keep it strictly business, no more friendly shit till I find out what this is
It's been a week, he doesn't sleep
He don't speak, he don't eat
He don't even blink
I made four wishes and had everything
That I could dream of, I got six left and I'm stressed out
Thought this shit would be fun
I feel the pressure, if going from six to none
I may get it done, before I see the morning sun
That gives me a couple hours
Hop in the shower to get my mind clear
Yes, get your mind clear
I wish I didn't have fear
I wish my mother and children lived for a thousand years
I wish I knew how we got here
I wish I had the power to disappear
I wish I had a cold beer
I wish for omnipotence
That should be it
Granted
A little one
My little one
Come with me
Your life is done
Forget the future
Forget the past
Life is over
Breathe
For last
Save your tears
I'll reap your sorrow slowly
I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.
Fuck
Excuse me
In the daze, it's eight in the morning, I already smoked a eighth
What can I say, it's just another day
Finna fade, to the steezo
Need to grab some more backwoods, cause your boy getting low
You know, how it go
Might bag me a bitch
Fuck is this
Something caught my attention quick, in that ditch
It's a chrome jar, or a bottle
Pick it up, wipe it off
This motherfucker hollow, man it's worthless
Then I hear the sound of a serpent
Behind me something's lurking, I'm certain
So I take a step forward, and I duck
Whatever it is, better knuckle up
Left hand breakfast, right hand lunch
There stands an old man, with the can in hand
Devilish grin, he said, pick a number
I said ten
Granted, shall we begin, with the limits
No interruptions, please listen until I finish
Number one, I cannot kill anyone
Number two, can't manifest love, it has to be true
Number three, I cannot bring anyone back from the dead
Yes you heard what I said, ten wishes from this djinn
Okay, hold up
I can talk now, right
You a clown
What put you up to this
It was that nigga Mike
Mad Deezey
Fuck it, let's try something easy
Big body, hellcat, 2017
SRT with a TV
To my surprise, I seen that red eye slide
All this before my eyes, challenge myself to drive
Faster, than the passenger
Said, you have nine left master
Cool, I wish for a mansion with six swimming pools
All encrusted with expensive jewels
Make me rich with diamond dusted shoes
I want a yacht, and a full working staff and crew
And enough strong weed to keep me high from the Gulf of Mexico to Peru
Can't understand it, I got a genie
But he rocks a beanie, I think he's blind
Can he even see me? I look at his face
Expression, not a trace
Eyes black as an ace of spades
With an aura bright as the pearly gates
I sense evil, but can it really be
Can something so amazing really be my enemy
Everything is free, it cost me zero energy
I keep it strictly business, no more friendly shit till I find out what this is
It's been a week, he doesn't sleep
He don't speak, he don't eat
He don't even blink
I made four wishes and had everything
That I could dream of, I got six left and I'm stressed out
Thought this shit would be fun
I feel the pressure, if going from six to none
I may get it done, before I see the morning sun
That gives me a couple hours
Hop in the shower to get my mind clear
Yes, get your mind clear
I wish I didn't have fear
I wish my mother and children lived for a thousand years
I wish I knew how we got here
I wish I had the power to disappear
I wish I had a cold beer
I wish for omnipotence
That should be it
Granted
A little one
My little one
Come with me
Your life is done
Forget the future
Forget the past
Life is over
Breathe
For last
Save your tears
I'll reap your sorrow slowly
I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.
Credits
Writer(s): Booker Jones
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