MYSTICAL - Junglepussy

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