I saw a photo, you looked joyous
My eyes are green I eat my veggies
I need to get her out the picture
She’s really fuckin’ up my frame
She’s not developed like we are

Like magic like magic like magic, gone
New magic new magic new magic wand
Like magic like magic like magic gone Nigga
New magic Woo new magic new magic wand

My brother said I’m on the spectrum
Don’t call me selfish, I hate sharin
This 60-40 isn’t workin
I want a hundred of your time you’re mine

Please don’t leave me now
Please don’t leave me now Don’t leave
Please don’t leave me now
Please don’t leave me now Don’t leave

Please don’t leave me now Don’t leave
Like magic like magic like magic gone
Please don’t leave me now I can make her leave
New magic new magic new magic wand

Please don’t leave me now Don’t leave
Like magic like magic like magic gone
Please don’t leave me now
New magic new magic new magic wand

I wanna be found passenger in your car Don’t leave
You wanna be mean mixed signals don’t park I can make her leave
She’s gonna be dead I just got a magic wand Don’t leave
We can finally be together

You roll the dice hit a seven, sure you right
Beginner’s luck you not my first who gives a fuck
Your other one evaporate we celebrate
You under oath now pick a side and if you don’t

Run, run. run. run
I’ll pick you both
Run run run run
It’s not a joke murder she wrote

Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear
I live life with no fear except for the idea
That one day you won’t be here
I will not fetch the ball

Eyes are green I eat my vegetables
It has nothin’ to do with that broad
But if it did guarantee she’d be gone well
I got a plan ’bout to walk in the pen
If you can’t understand I’m a hawk in the gym

Eyes on the prize got weight on my chest
That I need to get off or I ain’t talkin’ to them
Can’t be in the picture if it got no frame
Gon’ let the world know ’cause I ain’t got no shame
Blow the whole spot up ’cause I ain’t

I wanna share last names I wanna be your number one
Not the other one keep it on the low
I’m in my right mind keep it on a high

Janis Joplin spillin’ feelings, now I’m out here moppin’ ’em
Four on the floor pack up your bags we hit the store
Grab our supplies no need for masks bust through the door
Get the job done like retirement I admit you look concerned
New magic wand