I got shit to do deadass I know I'm mystical you on it like a ritual I don't want it if it's superficial I don't want it if the shoe don't fit you I can't get used to the fictional Mess around get my feelings broke Bro might as well keep you in the zone But you never know Who am I to tell what you on when the moon is full Your eyes telling me things I need you to prove You pretty cool For a Brooklyn dude You mad cute with your crooked tooth But I'm better your favorite sweater Everything you wanted wrote it in a letter Dated created everything I prayed up So what's the weight of it Hold me down no paper clip Hits spliff reminisce Wingate Park summer concerts Beres Hammond beer in hand man jammin' This bald head rasta waan whine I wasn't having it Requesting the best before Carolina blue jersey dresses You are now in the presence of an Empress Don't fumble your chances I don't ever listen to nothing a man says I thought I was tripping You switched up the damn threads You stuck on the damn trends I'm top of the mountain Meditating topless I transcend