Potions by Kallaway Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Kallaway]
(Vintage beats)
I been mixin’ potion in the cauldron
Phone up in the ocean if you called in (squad up, squad up)
Domino be tetterin’ on greatness
Face it, right now all my Rolexes are faceless
Right now all my sneaker boxes laceless
Cause I sold ‘em just to taste this
And all I really want is Naismith
And I’ll give everything but patience
So lock me up if you the bailiff, face it
Cause I’m lucky to be alive, my mind a fuckin’ hurricane
Forgot music when I’m swiping the polyurethane
I was doomed, my normal numb from novacation
Finally found some shit I love, so no vacation
Cause the past a me, blasted me, into blasphemy
Actually, naturally, Imma savage that reacted irrationally
Radical tragedy problematic if he fails
Now all I study is chromatics on my scales
Now all I do is feed them addicts that inhale
And raise my words to a higher level like it was braille
Old bitches on the ground, ex hail, exhale
Fans yell hay, like I’m the next bale, next bail
Be getting me from out behind the bars, get it
My dick be like a god does that mean that my sac religious
My wit be like façade so you better come back to witness
Cause my zip be like a saw and I’m mutterin’ shit prestigious
You a poser a the proverbs, tryin’ defeat da virus
I’m the poster a the suburbs, skippin’ the street violence
I’m a natural, born to lead, forced to read
Textbooks a history like it’s a fuckin' mystery
Well now that shit is history
And I’m uppin’ alla my valences
Kickin’ all the snares and hi-hats to match the cadences
Spend my time alone, my friends becomin’ acquaintances
But homies stay the homies
You might as well be engraven’ it, (yaaa)
This a cautionary tale, my vision of a mercenary hell
My scribbles on the stationary, took me to the estuary, where
One side was big waves and the other sittin’ still
I took the dictionary gave it dysentery I be shittin’ still
As a corollary, made her sing canary, drippin’ still
Drug addicted fighter to a super call me Christian Bale
Thug evicted biter need a whip when all the pistons fail (yea)
And that’s Detroit to Cleveland
All I did was make a track ya bumpin’ this evening
Imma, Galileo with the proverbs
Got da, barber keepin’ me awkward
Getting weird at my concert
But Imma charmer, been producing like a farmer
My flow be so synthetic that my skin be Under Armor
Payin’ homage to the classics, B.I.G. and hella Pac words
You look for the SWAT, I’m lookin for helicopters
Brrapp, mom think I should see a doctor
Cause I been blowin’ like a bomber, suitin’ like O’bama
Swallowin’ the drama, geekin’ marijuana
Sheepin’ like a llama, searchin’ for nirvana
Stackin’ up my commas, rap in my pajamas
Sail in my regatta, shootin’ the armada
Switchin’ up the karma, switchin’ up the genre, ugh
Let it breathe for a second
Hip checkin’ you hip-hop bitches, it’ll bleed for a second
Skully Vegas bitch
(Vintage beats)
I been mixin’ potion in the cauldron
Phone up in the ocean if you called in (squad up, squad up)
Domino be tetterin’ on greatness
Face it, right now all my Rolexes are faceless
Right now all my sneaker boxes laceless
Cause I sold ‘em just to taste this
And all I really want is Naismith
And I’ll give everything but patience
So lock me up if you the bailiff, face it
Cause I’m lucky to be alive, my mind a fuckin’ hurricane
Forgot music when I’m swiping the polyurethane
I was doomed, my normal numb from novacation
Finally found some shit I love, so no vacation
Cause the past a me, blasted me, into blasphemy
Actually, naturally, Imma savage that reacted irrationally
Radical tragedy problematic if he fails
Now all I study is chromatics on my scales
Now all I do is feed them addicts that inhale
And raise my words to a higher level like it was braille
Old bitches on the ground, ex hail, exhale
Fans yell hay, like I’m the next bale, next bail
Be getting me from out behind the bars, get it
My dick be like a god does that mean that my sac religious
My wit be like façade so you better come back to witness
Cause my zip be like a saw and I’m mutterin’ shit prestigious
You a poser a the proverbs, tryin’ defeat da virus
I’m the poster a the suburbs, skippin’ the street violence
I’m a natural, born to lead, forced to read
Textbooks a history like it’s a fuckin' mystery
Well now that shit is history
And I’m uppin’ alla my valences
Kickin’ all the snares and hi-hats to match the cadences
Spend my time alone, my friends becomin’ acquaintances
But homies stay the homies
You might as well be engraven’ it, (yaaa)
This a cautionary tale, my vision of a mercenary hell
My scribbles on the stationary, took me to the estuary, where
One side was big waves and the other sittin’ still
I took the dictionary gave it dysentery I be shittin’ still
As a corollary, made her sing canary, drippin’ still
Drug addicted fighter to a super call me Christian Bale
Thug evicted biter need a whip when all the pistons fail (yea)
And that’s Detroit to Cleveland
All I did was make a track ya bumpin’ this evening
Imma, Galileo with the proverbs
Got da, barber keepin’ me awkward
Getting weird at my concert
But Imma charmer, been producing like a farmer
My flow be so synthetic that my skin be Under Armor
Payin’ homage to the classics, B.I.G. and hella Pac words
You look for the SWAT, I’m lookin for helicopters
Brrapp, mom think I should see a doctor
Cause I been blowin’ like a bomber, suitin’ like O’bama
Swallowin’ the drama, geekin’ marijuana
Sheepin’ like a llama, searchin’ for nirvana
Stackin’ up my commas, rap in my pajamas
Sail in my regatta, shootin’ the armada
Switchin’ up the karma, switchin’ up the genre, ugh
Let it breathe for a second
Hip checkin’ you hip-hop bitches, it’ll bleed for a second
Skully Vegas bitch