Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miracle Baby, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miracle Baby |
| Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see |
| The eyes are the windows to the soul |
| My man is one of the greatest |
| Yeah, ayy |
| Wrote this one in the mountains out in Tennessee, a tin of tree |
| Attempt to kick the tens but I got tendencies, sins to beat and grins to seek |
| Passed out in the mountain top and skim the peak |
| How God playing the drums for a young nigga and I miss the beat, misery |
| Strapped with red and green like we feel Christmas-y, but it’s a beam |
| If he object to the tax then we just send a lien, and kiss the creek |
| My physical form recalled every lift of finger, hiss and creak |
| Kicked the beans but now, to a critic, I can’t be pissed to speak |
| Civilly, liberally, toe the gas, hear the Jeep spin and heave |
| My glick with me twenty-six, so it really don’t take shit to sneak |
| A meal can’t make those bitters sweet, start thinking 'bout love differently |
| Stop taking so much seriously, I’m taking all that’s given to me |
| Liquor pitcher clinkin', Henny drenching on my clearer speech |
| Stay away from my ear 'cause I don’t operate like peers can think |
| Chasing down a way but appearing only empirically |
| Attempt to replicate it, a waiting fate there to sneer at me |
| I talk sometimes just knowing my phone the only one listening |
| Advertise the digit app when I spend a bag |
| Advertise the fitted mag when I’m finna crash |
| Half the time at the virulence I just sit and laugh |
| If we ain’t here to spark the revolution, all our Siri’s can |
| Dope from the high sierra got my sclera like a jerry can |
| I was barely there, I barely dwell, I’m getting scared, I can’t |
| How we feel toward domestic terrorists? |
| Prepared for them |
| (One of the greatest) Ayy, I swear to you |
| Robert Horry already scored if you lost me |
| I just put my ho through college, Lori Laughlin |
| My mama ask me why I’m on my story coughing |
| 'Cause I’m a marksman, ayy |
| And perfect aim be exhausting, a game we can’t all win |
| Quick scan look like I’m scamming on the odds, but really I accepted randomness |
| of God |
| Shit, it is what it is, and it’s not what’s it’s not |
| Nigga try me like I’m pussy, he gon' get a surprise |
| They don’t know if I’m a rookie or if it’s a disguise |
| That lil' nigga know what he doing, you can see in his eyes |
| Shit, it is what it is, and it’s not what’s it’s not |
| A nigga try me like I’m pussy, he gon' get a surprise |
| They don’t know if a nigga rookie or if it’s a disguise |
| That lil' nigga know what he doing, you can see in his eyes |
| You can see in his eyes |
| Take a look at this |
| It’s highly theoretical |
| Theoretical? |
| Do I have to remind you that theory is a beginning solution? |