Lyrics Magia - Fredfades, Chester Watson

Magia

Famous as fuck, still broke
Only eighteen, I guess there’s still hope for me
And the enemy, I guess a need a steel toe shorty where she at?
Probably at home studies dark magic rituals, we got attached after ???
And ee gon die together high as fuck in the crib
We on acid, not on 27 club, at the crib, no sleep
Niggas always up on the ???
And I get it, how I live on the edge of existence
My last girl, on the edge of forgiveness
Everybody else, on their edge of their seats
Waiting on the next heat like i drop a new template
Every beat in my ???
rememberence, is very discrete
My ninja, you can tell by the feet and the fleece, all black
But you might smell the weed
Approachin' ???
on the ???
I’m floatin' high as fuck and the trees ???
I wrote this mad sober on the ???
Black table glass coasters from our brews on
And when i’m wavy i know i’m closer to the moon
And even though i’m sationarty, feel the oceans move
200 on the sneakers, they adidas, gotta google them
Don’t do no features, sell some beats, and catch me coolin' then
And if you know me, know my catchphrase is fuck that
And it ain’t changed, since the nigga copped the bus pass
And that’s a while back
Runnin' through my dreams, run a mile backwards
But i skate, and mikey’s at the ball course, i drew my face on a chalk board
Back in the days, when my face was’nt on tour
Like when i was in Fader, gettin' encored
But fuck it, I’m bored