MAGIC (Clean)
Vince Staples"MAGIC (Clean)"은(는) Vince Staples의 곡입니다, 2022, Pop. 길이는 3:36, 69 lines / 641 words.
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0:09Mustard on the beat, ho
0:12Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
0:14Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
0:16I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
0:19Can you imagine?
0:21Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
0:23I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
0:25If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
0:28And tell the police I don't know what happened
0:31If I gave a fuck about a citch, I'd always be broke
0:33I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs
0:37Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch
0:39With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door
0:42But that's old news, spreading love now
0:44Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
0:47Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul
0:50But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow
0:53Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin'
0:55Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'
0:58Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with
1:01Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
1:04So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me
1:07Hope lil baby know that she can't play me
1:10Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho
1:14Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
1:17Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
1:20I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
1:22Can you imagine?
1:25Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
1:27I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
1:29If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
1:32And tell the police I don't know what happened
1:35Crip and blood shit
1:38That's the only thing I ever been in love with
1:40So I hope he know we never goin' public
1:43Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah
1:46I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin'
1:49Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit
1:54But see us and they don't do nothin'
1:57Aw, put it on the dead locs
1:59They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go
2:02If I hit the corner clickin', better get low
2:04You ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for? Huh?
2:08I just wanna be successful
2:10You won't never ever see me with my head low
2:13Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto
2:15Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf
2:19Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
2:21Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
2:24I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
2:26Can you imagine?
2:28Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
2:31I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
2:34If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
2:36And tell the police I don't know what happened
2:39Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
2:43Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
2:45I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
2:48Can you imagine?
2:50Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
2:52I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
2:55If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
2:57And tell the police I don't know what happened
3:01See when you come from nothing, make it into something, I call that luck
3:09But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic
3:14And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something like this, I guess you could call that magic
3:22Getting off of Section 8, welfare
3:28Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic
3:36Let me know what's magic to you, yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened If I gave a fuck about a citch, I'd always be broke I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door But that's old news, spreading love now Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me Hope lil baby know that she can't play me Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Crip and blood shit That's the only thing I ever been in love with So I hope he know we never goin' public Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit But see us and they don't do nothin' Aw, put it on the dead locs They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go If I hit the corner clickin', better get low You ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for? Huh? I just wanna be successful You won't never ever see me with my head low Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened See when you come from nothing, make it into something, I call that luck But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something like this, I guess you could call that magic Getting off of Section 8, welfare Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic Let me know what's magic to you, yeah
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