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michael the kid - mystery! lyrics

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i hop out the g wagon mystery van
slum in my sorrows and misery man
sit down little b+tch do you know who i am
cartier frames i’m the mystery man

out for the night i might i go for a bite
mystical falls f+ck a vamp with a knife
slay a little goblin and make it alright
proof in my wrist it’s gone shine like a light

light in my aura its glowing all white
long way down from these mother f+cking heights
all this metal on me bro i look like a knight
tennis chain choker gone buss like some sprite

out with mercedes one h+ll of a night
dead man walking yea slayer on site
dead man walking when i slay her all right

this the anthem
im no player
i’m so handsome
call me slayer

whipping the rolls on road like stroller
they gimme views yeah i swear i control them
swag go crazy man i thinks it bipolar
big icy chain made that little hoe go solar
mask on face i don’t need no identity
ten different flows like d+mn is there ten of me
presidential on my wrist there go kennedy
all of these b+tches i swear they so into me

pour me one up like i mastered that chemistry
not with the back and forth i don’t play tennis see
anything possible you can ask kimberly
mastered my sound for the mother f+cking industry

man anything possible
you get it
aye dabb i don’t think these n+ggas don’t get it though
like for real let me talk to them

through the pandemic i had so many plans but i couldn’t even think
i was popping them pills when i had that lil covid i couldn’t even link
my throat was so f+ck up i couldn’t even swallow i couldn’t even drink
but now i’m booted up booted up i need to be in sync

why would i even yea lie
why would i even yea try
i’m with the mother f+cking guys
i’m in the mother f+cking sky

sticky got me so high
n+gga thought he was gonna die
you can see the pain in my eyes
baby don’t try me i am not shy
you is a joke
you need a coke
i just stay woke
i am not broke

put on my cloak
ready for smoke
cook you like yolk
you never should’ve spoke

you is not bro
you is no woe
you need to go
you is a hoe

bought up the store
i need some more
i need my bag
like i am a pro

b+tch i’ll ghost you i ain’t gotta say boo
don’t talk to me you ain’t get the clue
i get hot and cold like i got the mother f+cking flu
i’m addicted to euphoria b+tch i’m not rue

the way that she’s jumping she wanna come mess with me
i don’t pay her no mind cause that is just history
baby so lit she just want to dance on me
where is your b+tch yea that is the mystery



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