Burb - MYSTICISM

I been focused on
A common understanding
Why everybody take
This life for fucking granted
Tryna play the role of god
I bet that shit get hard to manage
I can see that they distracted
So I'm taking my advantage
Why everybody feel
Entitled no compassion
Get off your ass and get
A bag and gain some passion
Shit is tragic Ima make em
Disappear like shit is magic
I'm a mystic try to drain me of
My thoughts but you can have em

Everybody tryna
Drain me of my energy
And I can't tell if they been
Fucking with me or envy me
I can see right through
Your lies and all your tendencies
Revenge for all my enemies
I'm coming like the letter V
And fuck all of that, fuck all of that
Bullshit they was telling me
I'm making something out of
Nothing if it ends up killing me
And i been up and clocking out while
Y'all been sleeping heavily
I've had it up to here
With all that hating shit
They sellin me

(Aye yo quit all that hating shit dog
Close your eyes and
Think about yourself as a person
And no body perfect
And that goes for everyone
Including myself)

It's demons season
Got everybody like Jeepers creepers
I been feeling like BOC
Never feared the reaper
Cololgne de Marijuna
Rollin up the dopest reefer
Class in session so why
You Interrupting the teacher

You keep rapping about
Everything that you bought
They don't get the secret message
See the lessons that you taught
We been stressing, we got scars
From all the battles that we fought
I throw a song up in the sky
I do this shit for all my dogs
I been optimistic
Tryna keep my head above the fog
Vision of a mystic
Way too fucking cryptic for the gods
My ambition as a novice
Way too strong to knock me off
I'm in tune with higher powers
I'm just way too hard to stop
Gotta build yourself some confidence
And redirect your common sense
Deposit all that energy
Create something more positive
The opposition gonna try to
Reap you of your consciousness
Gotta stay persistent
We been reaching for accomplishments
But it's fuck your criticism
Fuck your bitchin,
Bitch I'm high as hell
Imagery complacent
I'm adjacent to y'all clientele
Might as well like I'm out here
Strapped with anti-personnel
Quit that superficial shit
And get off what you tryna sell
My god

Written by:
Kristofer Alexander

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