Mystic

I am walking
Down the streets
Heaven and hell in her sanity

I saw her walking
With a bag full of diamonds
I kind of want to meet her and see what happens

She is an angel from hell

She could get away
With crime after crime
She could get away
But they just don't mind

Oh sweet Mystic likes to hang out with businessmen
And old men with jackets of leather
Oh sweet Mystic would you read me a chapter
A chapter of sweet poetry

She is walking
Down the streets
Heaven and hell in her shuffling feet

I saw her walking with a bag full of diamonds
I kind of want to see
See what happens

Her stone in her grave would say she's brave
She doesn't know about her fame and fashion
Crawling back to hell she cries too
Hell she cries to

Oh sweet Mystic
Likes to hang out with businessmen
And old men with jackets of leather
Hey sweet Mystic would you read me a chapter yeah
A chapter of sweet poetry

Hey Mystic, what are you doing with that colt 25 in your purse
Read me a smoky chapter poetry
Yeah!

Sweet Mystic
Sweet Mystic
Sweet Mystic
Sweet Mystic



Credits
Writer(s): Alexi Chartrand
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