Lyrics Enturr: Inner Peace On Purpose - Christian Diego

Microphone - check
We on the phone - sex
Choke out the mic - check
Choke out my bish - neck
Hate on me - slept
They practice hate - next
Promises - kept
I seen you wit - text
Left on what - read
I'm right about - none
Cuz all I kno - none
Can't leave without - top
Shootin' guns - stop
Dis inner peace - yump
We luv a freak - tuh
Trip wit me - drugs

(Mm)

Sip on me - cup
You hit that weed - coo
I'm all she need - to
Have a break - through
We meditate - one
Dis conversa - tion
Is confirma - tion
(B-b-b-b)
Blessing all my women and folk wit genius DNA
A different strain like different seeds of weed you taking to the brain
Now look at me we ain't the same
I contemplate they full of hate that's hella sus
I took the bus like everyday so on everythang dis my everythang and
I could put that up on heaven's gates
Sit that pretty ass upon this handsome face
It's handsome right
Witcho kitty appetite
Had yo fine ass up all night
Got her in her bag - samsonite
Lit ass show tonite - candlelight
Handle life wit handles like
A.I. mixed wit A.I.
All about dis flavor, ay
Ready for the misses to my Jäger
She like mister, meister
Let me hold you - tighter
What's yo type - tiger
Type on me, writer
Pussy, fire
Stay in - sider
Sticky - spider
Ride or - dier
I feel you in - spired
Gimme D - sire
Mmph - sire
(Sensei)
They gimme respect and
Ion axe for it at all
We finally made dis
Happen to be the one she call
In tha morning or at night twenty five eight my whole life
I'm on some other, other, other, other shit ugh
Bish, ugh
Wrist on chef I stay cooking the best
Grab a seat then take a plate one foot in
College ball acknowledge all but claim to know Nothing at all
Cuz the universe is change so Everything is bound change let it go
You'll the chance to show you've grown it's strange I know
But flow is energy, all my enemies don't know dis
Oh im focused oh I'm focused yuh on some other potion
Coco butter lotion deep in her tissue massage they can't fuck wit a - god
Not at - all
Not at - all
Shock - in awe
Drop ya
(Drop ya fucken)
Drop ya jaws
Aye, aye, aye

Aye, you can drop em right there
Here's some kappa you could wear
Fly as shit she braid the hair
I'm so hawt she need some air
Classic vans up on the feet
Leave my hands up on a beat
Talkin' bands you talkin' sheets
So much shit I ain't released
Penn state sweater that's the fleece
Pen stay sweating elbow grease
Ima eat her piece by piece
Never fold but peep the crease
Never told but she told me
You the one I wanna see
You the sun I need some heat
You some gum I like it sweet
They stay frontin' on dem tweets
You so stable where's my seat
I tell her baby what you mean
Place yo bet my sexy booky
Ima walkin' fortune cookie
Bump my shit n let em boogie
Fuck they thought I ain't no rookie
Push n pull - shawdy pullin'
He the man like Dan like Mullen
Thicc as hell I need some pudding
Came right back I found my footin'
Cookin' up I leave my foot in