Mystical

Yeah baby I'm feeling Mystical
Gyrating hips, elliptical
Only make hits un-missable
Stealing some kisses with no mistletoe
That's how you realized that she was a hoe
I'm something like Caesar the head honcho
Equal the footing before you go
Deciding to move your toes
Often times I choose to boast
Cause I know what I got in store
How many pages I done wrote
How many times I done fucked up a note
Just easing my pain right through these quotes
Never 'gon sink, yes I'm 'gon float
I put that on my Pisces soul
Shoutout my brother my boy Kayso
Living in Suffolk getting kind of old
Sometimes I wonder what's out on the road
Is this life a puzzle I'll get to decode
Or will my aspirations make me a ghost
That cling onto hope, and don't ever know
When it's time to go, so I put the hope
In the studio while i'm still in control
Went on hiatus before seeing gold
Counter-productive to my own goals
I think making this art is what I'm supposed
But I can't be a great if I'm following tropes
Straddle the boots and give grandma a show
Guide me from heaven be in the front row
So I can be a story worth being told
I'm back straightened out, I reverted the folds