Jason Jordan - Magic lyrics

Intro Wake up Wake up (hey) It's midnight You know what that means Yeah Chorus Can i talk my sh*t now (talk my sh*t now) I was playin' two hand touch, fu*k it up, it's a hit now (fu*k it up, it's a hit now) When i hit the road, do a show, hit a lick, then i skip town (then i skip town) Run up in the spot, no dancin', i make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down) Boy you better sit down Verse 1 Yeah, ain't nothin' fancy i'm still broke (broke) Cross town like yancy, i will through (ooh) They say i'm in a spot they would kill for I could put them in a wheel and they still won't (nope) I could prolly get a deal with coke If i wasn't rappin' 'bout the past, back dealin' dope Got the offer and it's real low Over one mil' and it's still low They all corporate, they all cute in suits Yе on bullsh*t, with all that poop to scoop My sh*t goin' up, i go roof to roof They don't like that, they want mutе the truth They gon' switch sides, they go group to group They want shoot the sh*t, ain't got sh*t to shoot 'til i go crazy, go and get the baby shark Then hit 'em with the du du du-du du-du-damn Big boy, you gotta shoot it with two hands Couple john doe come through like who's mans? Blue ball now she blew it like two grams Everyone i lose abused a few xans I'm right there on the edge of insanity Overlookin' vegas, overthinkin' my vanity You been throwin' shade, i'm enjoying the canopy Everybody dies so i live out a fantasy, yeah Chorus Can i talk my sh*t now (talk my sh*t now) I was playin' two hand touch, fu*k it up, it's a hit now (fu*k it up, it's a hit now) When i hit the road, do a show, hit a lick, then i skip town (then i skip town) Run up in the spot, no dancin', i make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down) Boy you need to sit the fu*k down Verse 2} I don't even even talk my sh*t now unless i got a reason (now i got a reason) Everybody watchin' like netflix got a new season (watch, watch) I'ma get rich, hit the dealership, get the new benzo Bottom line, 3:16 like stone cold said so They bury me alive i was dead broke (dead broke) I've been livin' in a no flex zone (flex zone) 'bout to make a move it's in escrow (escrow) Cookin' in the kitchen, my sauce like magic My pesto like presto (like presto) Off a little bean, that espresso (that espresso) Little bit of lean like i'm gettin' over chest cold Got no chain, know i can't chill 8 ball got me feelin' like eight mil' Can't stay still, can't feel off a pain kill Got the lil orange pill, not the dayquil They fake with it, they ain't real They talk about bricks but they can't build I'm frank with it, i'm jake gyl' I only sold gas, i'm hank hill Tank filled with the propane It's like a 10k grill, it's a throwaway (throwaway) They never ask if i'm okay, i'm never okay (okay) Everybody wanna cut, it's a dry vocal (dry) I'm anti-love, antisocial I'm bipolar, i'm bi-coastal I might buy one and go postal (bye bye) Chorus Can i talk my sh*t now (talk my sh*t now) I was playin' two hand touch, fu*k it up, it's a hit now (fu*k it up it's a hit now) When i hit the road, do a show, hit a lick, then i skip town (then i skip town) Run up in the spot, no dancin', i make 'em all get down (make 'em all get down) Boy you better sit the fu*k down