Dark Magic by Kla$h (Rapper) Lyrics
(Intro)
Last year just felt like I was reliving the same bulls***, same problems
I walk into the store and s*** don't even feel real no more
People don't even feel real
I feel like I'm the only one conscious in that b**** like
This s*** be freaking me out sometimes but
That's how I know that
I'm on some other s*** that they ain't on
(Chours)
S*** it feel like dark magic
How the f*** I see through you?
Am I too conceited for you?
Is it cause I pull up (skrrt) in a two seater?
Baby
BreadBoys the f***ing navy
I been in the city and I'm feeling shady
Cooking up lately
S*** it's way too еarly for this bulls***
Stop capping like you tough with a full clip
(Verse)
Confidеnce I can't teach you
Gotta' learn that s*** yourself
Walking around, I don't even feel like myself
You can't handle what I'm going though you'd probably kill yourself
I don't need no big bro, learned this s*** myself
S*** is scary, feel like hell
Sample jeans I got seams flying out my belt
Kate Spade tennis bracelet feel like Michael Phelps
In the hotel, rolling off the A still
B**** I feel like
B**** I feel like I ain't got no ego
Toxic boy the only name that she know
I was tryna' kick lil' Timmy, but he be kicking back
They be asking, "What is Timmy?"
It ain't exotic pack
Yeah I'm rolling up this wood, got a bad b**** in my lap
I don't do no hook, cause I don't really have time for that
I might go down the street and buss' me a jugg yeah I got time for that
Or I might hit up the plug, get me a smoke sack, make time for that
(Verse)
I think that it's dark magic
How I'm seeing though you
I can look you in your eyes and watch a whole movie
I can get it moving, don't let me get into you
I'm a BreadBoy, don't let me get spiritual
Get your snitch a** out of here, you always be listening
Brick Mansion Billionaire
I ain't tryna' be cocky but I'm stepping on em' all year (all year)
Like b**** I feel so tall here
Don't let me get the ball yeah
(Outro)
Don't let me get the ball
I'm stepping on em all
Real Sample on me
Sample on my shirt, my pants and my waist
I ain't tryna hide nothing
Woke a buck in Chase, I ain't balling no
Woke up up in Chase, I deposit hundreds
Last year just felt like I was reliving the same bulls***, same problems
I walk into the store and s*** don't even feel real no more
People don't even feel real
I feel like I'm the only one conscious in that b**** like
This s*** be freaking me out sometimes but
That's how I know that
I'm on some other s*** that they ain't on
(Chours)
S*** it feel like dark magic
How the f*** I see through you?
Am I too conceited for you?
Is it cause I pull up (skrrt) in a two seater?
Baby
BreadBoys the f***ing navy
I been in the city and I'm feeling shady
Cooking up lately
S*** it's way too еarly for this bulls***
Stop capping like you tough with a full clip
(Verse)
Confidеnce I can't teach you
Gotta' learn that s*** yourself
Walking around, I don't even feel like myself
You can't handle what I'm going though you'd probably kill yourself
I don't need no big bro, learned this s*** myself
S*** is scary, feel like hell
Sample jeans I got seams flying out my belt
Kate Spade tennis bracelet feel like Michael Phelps
In the hotel, rolling off the A still
B**** I feel like
B**** I feel like I ain't got no ego
Toxic boy the only name that she know
I was tryna' kick lil' Timmy, but he be kicking back
They be asking, "What is Timmy?"
It ain't exotic pack
Yeah I'm rolling up this wood, got a bad b**** in my lap
I don't do no hook, cause I don't really have time for that
I might go down the street and buss' me a jugg yeah I got time for that
Or I might hit up the plug, get me a smoke sack, make time for that
(Verse)
I think that it's dark magic
How I'm seeing though you
I can look you in your eyes and watch a whole movie
I can get it moving, don't let me get into you
I'm a BreadBoy, don't let me get spiritual
Get your snitch a** out of here, you always be listening
Brick Mansion Billionaire
I ain't tryna' be cocky but I'm stepping on em' all year (all year)
Like b**** I feel so tall here
Don't let me get the ball yeah
(Outro)
Don't let me get the ball
I'm stepping on em all
Real Sample on me
Sample on my shirt, my pants and my waist
I ain't tryna hide nothing
Woke a buck in Chase, I ain't balling no
Woke up up in Chase, I deposit hundreds