paroles de chanson Mystic - kdyn

Call me Hawkeye cus I never miss shit
She rub my crystal balls like she a mystic
Covering my face up with her lipstick
Always glued together someone get the pritt-stick
People say I'm being optimistic
People say cus I'm in love I'm being unrealistic
But I don't see the point of always being pessimistic
I shot my shot and it worked out no need to call ballistics

Make my own choices
Ignore the voices
My name your calling
In love I'm falling
You treat me so well you make me feel like the one
When you are around don't need the light from the sun
Just listen to all of the words that flow off my tongue
No matter what you do baby you'll never be wrong

Mario brothers so jump on my pipe
Turned on like a switch you can call me a light
I'm bout to black out
Blowing her back out
Blurry my vision I'm losing my sight
Yuh, In the back of the Aston Martin
Call me Moses cus your legs are parting
Yuh, uh, clothes discarded
Got you moaning before we even started
I got a girl and she calling me mystical
She like an angel she sacred she biblical
She gave me patience like I am a clinical
She taking my cardiac it's getting critical
Lightning like McQueen she take me for a ride
Fuck it I'll put it inside
Cant talk cus our tongues are tied
Round two when you decide

We're having the time of our lives
You make me feel alive
Cus your bringing the vibes
Let's make the most of this night

Call me Hawkeye cus I never miss shit
She rub my crystal balls like she a mystic
Covering my face up with her lipstick
Always glued together someone get the pritt-stick
People say I'm being optimistic
People say cus I'm in love I'm being unrealistic
But I don't see the point of always being pessimistic
I shot my shot and it worked out no need to call ballistics

I've got ice on my neck so I'm dripping like your bitch
I make her moan like a high note hitting perfect pitch
On a real I fuck with high ho's and we lighting up a spliff
Have so many don't know who to pick so I will
Give it to them cus I'm feeling benevolent
Only fuck with the tens cus the others irrelevant
Buying them flowers they loving the sentiment
And fucking for hours they want me it's evident
Committing a crime so I'm burning the evidence
Marry an old cougar just for the inheritance
I got that idea from my brain my intelligence
But I know that's not relevant
Suck my nuts like an elephant
I think I'm in my element
And now the chorus is imminent

Call me Hawkeye cus I never miss shit
She rub my crystal balls like she a mystic
Covering my face up with her lipstick
Always glued together someone get the pritt-stick
People say I'm being optimistic
People say cus I'm in love I'm being unrealistic
But I don't see the point of always being pessimistic
I shot my shot and it worked out no need to call ballistics