Lyrics Habitat - Moqumentary, Madic

Habitat

Light it up
Light it up, boy
There’s no magic anymore
It’s reality
Part of checklist, that’s for sure
My own gravity
Once I hopped in a train
And I’ll never leave it again
Yeah I can get creative
I can control my time
I behave like an adult
Making up my mind
And I don’t give a fuck
I’m a firing up a bud
Yeah I’m firing up a bud
Being lost and being sad
It’s a chronic habitat
Any price and any time
I will find it, it’ll be mine
Light it up, boy
I ride highs with the handhold sewn to the grams rolled
Coast lows with the bandfold thrown into glam mode
Yeah, that mean I’m spending when I’m in it
Got a fixing for them independent women in my linens
I roll, though, with the clan slow through the home of the damn snow
On a mission for fans, dro, and some damn dough
Yeah, that mean I’m wyling, hit the sirens
It’s a riot of the highest, one time for my suppliers
Ugh, this is that mad shit, utterly blasted, covered in swagness,
some call it magic
Hunting for come ups and buckets of dat piff, none for the suckers who suckle
for cash quick
I feel like punching you fuckers, you uppity Muppets who puppets to masters
I run in your club and then trash shit, I ain’t nothing if jumping to ass kiss
I am so faded, this indica fragrant, I’m feeling amazing, forgetting I’m jaded
While scribbling phrases that menace old ladies, potentially dangerous and
generally heinous
Call Interpol, name em this criminal, let em know MADic is high as a attic
And If he is nabbed while he blasting to Gattaca, he might just snap and bring
back a new Attaca
Yeah I’m firing up a bud
Being lost and being sad
It’s a chronic habitat
Any price and any time
I will find it, it’ll be mine
Light it up, boy
Yeah, that mean I’m spending when I’m in it
Got a fixing for them independent women in my linens