CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Karma

Album an autobiography, my composition is written too awkwardly
Ain't really popular, I'm forbidden really feeling like Socrates
Poverty remains in monopoly
Probably turn an obstacle obsolete
Silence for channeling my energies properly

Properly, Properly
Properly, Properly

Illustrate a story, gliding my diphthongs
I'm singing in tune to my sh*t songs
Fingers tingling a little
F**king fiddling with riddles
Finger linger in my b*t*h thongs

Deliberately fumbling and stumbling in pitfalls
I don’t need a label opinion
To tell me my f**king EP limit up to six songs
Even though my mind is a prison
I might just silently diminish these brick walls

Silly sally sunshine, skipping in sundresses
She sing songs
My mind liberated by my cousin, it's a fam thing dawg
Banging my chest like an ape, aggravated
My wrists resistant to slit
Pen and a paper
My d**k ain't six inches in length
No more asking for favors

Saving my gentleman manners for my haters for later
Serve my neighbors an itty bitty slice of this flavor
Of my labour
Man I know it’s safer in my chambers
Unapologetic with the nature my behavior

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location
Karma traveling to my location

Cause and effect
Stay calm and collect
Listen close my prose too cryptic
Here sip this

Quench your thirst, forgive me I'm a bit p*ssed
Now hit this
Next, Imma snatch your A1 thickest b*t*h from your wishlist
Smitten kitten sittin on ya lap
On the couch with her fat a** up
Watching Netflix, maybe get her breakfast

I might, maybe even ask her all her interests
And the latter's facts and after that the aftermath disappear real quick in a thick mist
Man my bad where my manners at, matter fact

Im famished and my platter stacked
Now you done made the bada** manic mad hatter mad
I'm parched homie where the lager at
My stanzas like daggers, stab ya’ll McJagger swagger jacker attackers back

Forgive me for my bravado
Im an up and coming artist emerging staccato from the shadows
Hold up
Man, I'm serious, might just say this for the record that this record slaps my magnum opus
Find me seated reflecting on my thoughts in stillness like a flowering lotus

I wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late in slow motion

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

In other words, It is believed generally in India
That when a person sets out on the way of liberation
His first problem is to become free from his past karma