Michael the Kid & Austin Dabb - MYSTERY!

I hop out the G wagon mystery van
Slum in my sorrows and misery man
Sit down little bitch do you know who I am
Cartier Frames I'm the mystery man
Out for the night I might I go for a bite
Mystical falls fuck a vamp with a knife
Slay a little goblin and make it alright
Proof in my wrist it's gone shine like a light
Light in my aura its glowing all white
Long way down from these mother fucking heights
All this metal on me bro I look like a knight
Tennis chain choker gone buss like some sprite
Out with Mercedes one hell of a night
Dead man walking yea slayer on site
Dead man walking when I slay her all right
This the anthem
Im no player
I'm so handsome
Call me slayer
Whipping the rolls on road like stroller
They gimme views yeah I swear I control them
Swag go crazy man I thinks it bipolar
Big icy chain made that little hoe go solar
Mask on face I don't need no identity
Ten different flows like damn is there ten of me
Presidential on my wrist there go Kennedy
All of these bitches I swear they so into me
Pour me one up like I mastered that chemistry
Not with the back and forth I don't play tennis see
Anything possible you can ask Kimberly
Mastered my sound for the mother fucking industry
Man anything possible
You get it
Aye dabb I don't think these niggas don't get it though
Like for real let me talk to them
Through the pandemic I had so many plans but I couldn't even think
I was popping them pills when I had that lil Covid I couldn't even link
My throat was so fuck up I couldn't even swallow I couldn't even drink
But now I'm booted up booted up I need to be in sync
Why would I even yea lie
Why would I even yea try
I'm with the mother fucking guys
I'm in the mother fucking sky
Sticky got me so high
Nigga thought he was gonna die
You can see the pain in my eyes
Baby don't try me I am not shy
You is a joke
You need a coke
I just stay woke
I am not broke
Put on my cloak
Ready for smoke
Cook you like yolk
You never should've spoke
You is not bro
You is no woe
You need to go
You is a hoe
Bought up the store
I need some more
I need my bag
Like I am a pro
Bitch I'll ghost you I ain't gotta say boo
Don't talk to me you ain't get the clue
I get hot and cold like I got the mother fucking flu
I'm addicted to euphoria bitch I'm not rue
The way that she's jumping she wanna come mess with me
I don't pay her no mind cause that is just history
Baby so lit she just want to dance on me
Where is your bitch yea that is the mystery

Written by:
Austin Cartledge, Michael Tunstall

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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