Lyrics Mr. Amazing (feat. Echo of Fate) - Youngmindtrip

Aye
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh yuh yuh yuh (Shoutout echo)
Walk, walk, walk (Aye)
Bitch I'm cruising down the street
Haha
Walk, walk (Skrt skrt) walk, walk
This is far as you go
Yeah
Aye yuh
Young mind trip

Bitch I'm cruising down the street
I don't walk I'm too discrete (Skrrrrt)
Might just find me with the heat
Bust it bust it on repeat
I don't I don't say a word
I just sit back and observe
Takin back the shit I heard
You gon get what you deserve
Taking shit I'm getting paid
Might just pull up with the blade
Talking tough might get you killed
All my enemies get slain, uh
All these lames talk shit
That's why there girls up in my whip (Skrt skrt)
Rollin up a blunt but
She ain't gonna take a hit
Bitch I'll stab you with the knife right from my fucking back
Smack you with a hundred right from my fucking stack (Smack)
Dropping all these fucking tracks but that shit is fucking trash
Face it you are fucking wack
(Face it you are fucking wack)

(Wack) Mr. Amazing (Aye)
Seven more shots to the face
Brought a few blunts with me for the occasion
Couple more hits that go straight to the brain
(Woof, hey)
Nothing but grazing, aye
Pole on my hip just in case
And I treat all of your shots just like raisins
Nothing to do and there's nothing to say (Aye, aye)

Well last night was a long one bitch I'm still hungover
Been a really long time since I've been close to sober
Fell asleep to take a nap, wake up with cocaine on my shoulder
Pour myself another double cup the party's far from over
If you want some fists, I double up, your girl gave me a boner, huh
Call her to come over cause her boyfriends just a floater, huh
Throw you in the river, fuck you up, the show is over, aye
Cuddle with your bitch in my tub with a toaster
Aye, rip it so hard that I lose my vision
Uh aye, they still drop bars on the television
Uh aye, I still go hard, tell me what I'm missing
It's that tunnel vision, uh
Know you wouldn't get it, uh

Mr. Amazing, uh
Seven more shots to the face
Brought a few blunts with me for the occasion
Couple more hits that go straight to the brain
(Woof, hey)
Nothing but grazing (Aye)
Pole on my (Aye) hip just in case (Aye)
And I treat all of your shots just like raisins
Nothing to do and there's nothing to say
(Woof, hey)