Coy Bowyer - Card Tricks lyrics

(verse 1) Former me was formerly known As the kid who never smiled, nothing short of alone So when I'm bored on my phone...text her out of the blue Hoping she can get me out of my blues Like baby, how do you do? Cool...how was the move? Asking questions that she's bound to allude Oh the power you lose When you give it to a lover, know you love him But you know his isn't me though right? (isn't me though right) I keep some low-key beef, I be the bistro type I'm the singing to her soul, la ti do type Hey why we sleep so light? Cuz it's heavy on our minds, plus we heavy on the grind Want the bread, want the spread, they was coming at my head With a bu*terknife Hey they was waiting at my back, with machetes at my spine So I left it all behind For another life A special life I kick it like machete from spy kids, if I can.. Make enough magic with my stay at home habits I can take the world back for the righteous (aight sh**) Right quick Step into my palace it was furnished by imagination Pavlov, b**hes early with the salivation Keep them thirsty at my fountain, waiting Mad Dog and some bourbon motherf**a what?? You come at Adam with a serpant's mothaf**in' guts?? I come from back the wizard's curtain, just to f** them up Chorus: Ay I can pull a bad b**h out of a hat I can pull a "trap queen" out of the deck I can show a rap king how he should act Ay you don't know jack (sh**) please come at my neck I'm taking out the trash after dinner with fate I got to bust my a**, just to cover the check If I ain't got that then the dishes I scrape The scribbles of the past that I wish I erased (yeah I wish I erased...) Interlude: Calm in the back of the Ford Excursion Palms on the back of the source where I learned that this music can make me more than a person More than the lines on the road that align with the signs that define where we go In the land of the chosen path I'm more than the man in the photograph I'm more than a strand in the globe of gra** I'm the joker, cast out the game I'll outlast it man... (I'll outlast it man...) Chorus x 2: Ay I can pull a bad b**h out of a hat I can pull a "trap queen" out of the deck I can show a rap king how he should act Ay you don't know jack (sh**) please come at my neck I'm taking out the trash after dinner with fate I got to bust my a**, just to cover the check If I ain't got that then the dishes I scrape The scribbles of the past that I wish I erased (that I wish I erased...) Verse 2: It's flashbacks of my former self, inferior My confidence continuum continues to appear a blur Numbers on the dial, y'all just numbers on the dial Y'all just thunder in the tropics, everyday sh** ... Homie I be coming with this flame, everyday lit I be with that shooting down your dreams, mayday sh** (ay sh**) Daddy must have seen me on some other sh** Seen me on some leave that in the crib or with his mother sh** Old friends see me on some used to be my "bruh" sh** b**hes probably see me, (&) want to f** this Call me Mr. Take Em To They Peak if I don't nut quick (ugh sh**) Back with the squad Undefeated, keep a plaque on the wall We don't practice at all, so greedy I never seem to pa** my sh** off I be Allen (Iverson) in his prime Ball hawks can get their talons intertwined where their beaks be (it's easy...)