Mitch Ocran - Potions lyrics

[Verse 1 - Kallaway] (Vintage beats) I been mixin' potion in the cauldron Phone up in the ocean if you called in (Squad up, Squad up) Domino be tetterin' on greatness Face it, right now all my Rolexes are faceless Right now all my sneaker boxes laceless Cause I sold ‘em just to taste this And all I really want is Naismith And I'll give everything but patience So lock me up if you the bailiff, face it Cause I'm lucky to be alive, my mind a f**in' hurricane Forgot music when I'm swiping the polyurethane I was doomed, my normal numb from novacation Finally found some sh** I love, so no vacation Cause the past a me, blasted me, into blasphemy Actually, naturally, Imma savage that reacted irrationally Radical tragedy problematic if he fails Now all I study is chromatics on my scales Now all I do is feed them addicts that inhale And raise my words to a higher level like it was braille Old b**hes on the ground, ex hail, exhale Fans yell hay, like I'm the next bale, next bail Be getting me from out behind the bars, get it My dick be like a god does that mean that my sac religious My wit be like façade so you better come back to witness Cause my zip be like a saw and I'm mutterin' sh** prestigious You a poser a the proverbs, tryin' defeat da virus I'm the poster a the suburbs, skippin' the street violence I'm a natural, born to lead, forced to read Textbooks a history like it's a f**in mystery Well now that sh** is history And I'm uppin' alla my valences Kickin' all the snares and hi-hats to match the cadences Spend my time alone, my friends becomin' acquaintances But homies stay the homies You might as well be engraven' it, (yaaa) This a cautionary tale, my vision of a mercenary hell My scribbles on the stationary, took me to the estuary, where One side was big waves and the other sittin' still I took the dictionary gave it dysentery I be sh**tin' still As a corollary, made her sing canary, drippin' still Drug addicted fighter to a super call me Christian Bale Thug evicted biter need a whip when all the pistons fail (yea) And that's Detroit to Cleveland All I did was make a track ya bumpin' this evening Imma, Galileo with the proverbs Got da, barber keepin' me awkward Getting weird at my concert But Imma charmer, been producing like a farmer My flow be so synthetic that my skin be Under Armor Payin' homage to the cla**ics, B.I.G. and hella Pac words You look for the SWAT, I'm lookin for helicopters Brrapp, mom think I should see a doctor Cause I been blowin' like a bomber, suitin' like O'bama Swallowin' the drama, geekin' marijuana Sheepin' like a llama, searchin' for nirvana Stackin' up my commas, rap in my pajamas Sail in my regatta, shootin' the armada Switchin' up the karma, switchin' up the genre, ugh Let it breathe for a second Hip checkin' you hip-hop b**hes, it'll bleed for a second Skully Vegas b**h