Lyrics Out the Spectrum - Pryce

Oh my god
Oh my god
Think I found my balance
Had to go right through it cause it ain't no way around it
I'm on Roswell hit my line
I'm on Roswell we got time
This a private invite so come fly
12 pull me over hope I comply
I been jigging' in a different mind frame
I been jigging' I been playing mind games

You know what Im saying
So I, So I go go go to the backroom
Yea I just did it - I just went right past you
I just got a Lexus with some leg room
Its the, Its the trip to the last moon

Ohh
Hold on
Hold on bro
Hold on

Bitch Im back once again
Took a little hit to the chin
She say that I talk like a pimp
I can't move like no simp uh
My niggas jump right up out the gym
Uh you don't like my decisions
I'm a man on a mission
Don't be dismissive
We move like politicians
Made this shit out of nothing like magicians
She say she a freak
But she squirm when I put the tip in
She know I'm a fiend
But she know I don't do trickin'
Bought it over seas
You know I don't got no ceilings
That boy on bullshit we got to get rid of him
Check on the fam cause my schedule is tentative
She want a rockstar but ended up with a businessman