Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MAGIC , by - Vince Staples. Release date: 13.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MAGIC |
| Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic? |
| Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic |
| I won’t ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic |
| Can you imagine? |
| Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it |
| I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? |
| If somebody come through bluffin' I’ma blast 'em |
| And tell the police I don’t know what happened |
| If I gave a fuck about a citch, I’d always be broke |
| I’d never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs |
| Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch |
| With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door |
| But that’s old news, spreading love now |
| Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds |
| Niggas' bread ain’t up, so they come foul |
| But it’s handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow |
| Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' |
| Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' |
| Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with |
| Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics |
| So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me |
| Hope lil baby know that she can’t play me |
| Dumb hoe, love cost but the game free, dumb hoe |
| Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic? |
| Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic |
| I won’t ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic |
| Can you imagine? |
| Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it |
| I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? |
| If somebody come through bluffin', I’ma blast 'em |
| And tell the police I don’t know what happened |
| Crip and blood shit |
| That’s the only thing I ever been in love with it |
| So I hope he know we never goin' public |
| Hands full so I can’t hold grudges, nah |
| I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' |
| Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit |
| But see us and they don’t do nothin' |
| Ah, put it on the dead locs |
| They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go |
| If I hit the corner quick and better get low |
| You ain’t with it nigga, what you from the set for? |
| I just wanna be successful |
| You won’t never ever see me with my head low |
| Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto |
| Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf |
| Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic? |
| Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic |
| I won’t ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic |
| Can you imagine? |
| Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it |
| I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? |
| If somebody come through bluffin', I’ma blast 'em |
| And tell the police I don’t know what happened |
| Feeling like I’m floating to the ceiling, is it magic? |
| Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic |
| I won’t ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic |
| Can you imagine? |
| Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it |
| I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? |
| If somebody come through bluffin', I’ma blast 'em |
| And tell the police I don’t know what happened |
| See when you come from nothing, make it into something — I call that luck |
| But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic |
| And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something |
| like this, I guess you could call that magic |
| Getting off of Section 8, welfare |
| Now it’s Rolls Royces, private jets — that’s magic |
| Let me know what’s magic to you, yeah |