Andromedus - CLAIRVOYANT Lyrics

Roll the windows down and blow it out I need my 5 percent
Opps got their white flags up saying, if you can't beat them join them
Finally unlock my chakras bitch I need my time alone in Zen
Times were good in the 2010's, for real

Roll the windows down and blow it out I need my 5 percent
Opps got their white flags up saying, if you can't beat them join them
Finally unlock my chakras bitch I need my time alone in Zen
Times were good in the 2010's, for real, when will this chaos end
Opps say they a gamer but they be plotting on the second monitor
Don't say I shouldn't be rapping bitch-boy I'm making my own genre

This year I'm turning 20
Flying through da sky like my name ET
Neptune diamonds all on my teeth
Mars aliens got my shit on repeat
Ain't no beef here I'm keeping the peace
Make me a demon Mr. Genie
Hungry for power bitch I'm greedy
Shordie said she wanna fuck to the beat
Defend the vault we the COV
On grind everyday grow fast like seaweed
I used to become what I on saw on TV (Aye turn it up!)
Keep a gem whip on me like Amethyst
I got my planets going through transits
Wreck it like Ralph dealing a whole lotta damage (You can't stop me!)
Smash my opps together casserole dish
Everything changed from my Spotify pitch
My soul awakes during a solar eclipse (Yuh lets go!)
Unfolding my wings opps running and panic
I can't think without my exotic cannabis
Rebel boy ima mischievous bandit (Yuh, aye)
Bitch I'm clairvoyant finally summon a massive portal rift
Lets go to another universe tonight lets go have fun I insist

Roll the windows down and blow it out I need my 5 percent
Opps got their white flags up saying, if you can't beat them join them
Finally unlock my chakras bitch I need my time alone in Zen
Times were good in the 2010's, for real, when will this chaos end
Opps say they a gamer but they be plotting on the second monitor
Don't say I shouldn't be rapping bitch-boy I'm making my own genre

Girl why you so insecure for real she out here tryna slit her wrists (what the fuck)
Tryna spam the trash emoji on my rap girl you ain't no certified critic
I ain't so much a lyricist painting pictures in your mind Ima symbolist
All you all rappers a single app but ima take your space like a home screen widget (Yuh, Yuh)
31 shordies at my party finally bring out the henny shit get wicked
My biggest fan wanna fuck me outside in the hammock cause I'm filthy rich
5 percent up in my lungs I need 10 percent on my windows tinted
I ain't dating no Virgo moons but all my best friends are wizards and witches