Lyrics Mysterious Wayz - Zion I

Mysterious Wayz

I first met her on a train, doing her thing
From the Mediterrane, with American slang
She was rocking three fourths of gear, had to steer
How she ran in your ear underneath the sheer
Where you grind?
What’s your destination?
had to ask
She took out a flask, took a sip and then passed
Took a weird smell like hot biscuits plus weed
Said she going to the place where the East and West meet
Do you speak Arabic?
What do you eat?
Do you smoke BB’s?
Do you gas in the street?
Said she’s traveling, she spreading the word of Allah
She left to meditate and do her mantra
Prayers with a, beads indeed
Said she always felt high, never needed weed
As she gazed into my eye started falling deep
Who’s this exotic looking lady sitting next to me?
She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran
Holy temples, Muslim and Christian
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t forget
She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell
And angels blow their breath through seashells
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t forget
She in her seat and she massaged her feet
With her other hand off the Cali heat
Start remembering
And I’m sitting next to her like oh my god
What a beautiful creature, yes you’ve been blessed
In hella aspects, I like how you dress
Hanged onto my game, the subject changed
She turned the other way and started hollering names
She said «Hare Krishna, Hare Rama»
With my wig pushed back I’m like what’s going on
Did I come so strong or oh so weak?
Then I peeped back at her and she started to speak
She said: «Thanks for the compliment, I admit that I get kinda shy
When you look in my eye»
It’s cool I ain’t tripping, whole time slipping
Deeper in the bliss, she got me transfixed
Like I’m locked into her, my thoughts get purer
I moved a little bit to get close to her
Seemed like I knew her from another time
Everything gets slower as my mind reclined
She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran
Holy temples, Muslim and Christian
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t forget
She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell
And angels blow their breath through seashells
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t
«My broken heart is»
«From another land»
She don’t rock, she don’t rock no ice
She just rocks that her world makes her Indian spice
Got the aura in my nostrils, I’m so close
I’m intoxicated like I caught the holy ghost
When we approaching my, feeling my stomach drop
When we reach the train drop look at the clock
It says 7:07, man it’s time to swerve
Should I get the mathematics, then I get my nerve
Up in, this is, got decisions to make
Turned around to holler at her but I’m already late
She’s staring at me from the window with her eyes half closed
I shiver peace to the East, she already knows
The train roller was slow, I keep looking back
To my mystical lady out there way on the track
She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran
Holy temples, Muslim and Christian
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t forget
She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell
And angels blow their breath through seashells
Like Isis,, Min or Set
Mysterious lady that I can’t forget