The Magic
Will we run out of words
When the air is so thin
You can blink it away
Sometimes
The magic is too much to handle
I panic
Okay
Will we run out
Run out
Where's the vibe
In the space
That I filled
With my spice
Willing mind
Mixing light
Channelled
Roused a thousand eyes
Fuck me till I'm organized
In a position to decide
When the air is so thin
You can blink it away
Sometimes
The magic is too much to handle
I panic
Okay
Will we run out
Run out
Where's the vibe
In the space
That I filled
With my spice
Willing mind
Mixing light
Channelled
Roused a thousand eyes
Fuck me till I'm organized
In a position to decide
Credits
Writer(s): Caley Goray
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