Exploring themes of mysticism and control, this song delves into the psychological interplay between influence and belief. The narrator feels manipulated by an enigmatic figure who uses esoteric practices—such as palm reading and crystal healing—to exert power. This dynamic evokes a sense of dependency likened to addiction, as the narrator is captivated by the promise of insight and direction. Big Boi's verse introduces a critical perspective, emphasizing self-awareness and caution against being misled by superficial appearances. The song ultimately juxtaposes fascination with skepticism, highlighting the tension between blind faith and enlightened understanding. #Mysticism #Influence
Palm Reader
Lyrics
Sometimes I feel like I'm not the one who's pulling the strings
You're in my head trying to talk me into dangerous things
See you in the night, dressed in white
Standing in the dark of the dead street light
And I'm so bored, I'm burning inside
Open up the door, let you into my mind
You say you got a vision, take my hand and tell me what you see
(Hey, ah)
You can read between the lines 'cause you're my palm reader
Got your crystals in your pocket like a drug dealer
Now you're telling me my future
No, and I'll believe ya
You know I gotta have it
Feels like black magic
You called the shots
'Cause you know I'm always down for the ride, yeah
One sip, I'm lost, it's the middle of the night but I might
Be seeing the light, light, light
Hey, I'm outside, my hands are tied
Lighting up sage in the red moonlight
I'm so bored, I'm burning inside
Open up the door, let me into your mind
'Cause now I see your vision
You can show me how it's gonna be
You can read between the lines 'cause you're my palm reader
Got your crystals in your pocket like a drug dealer
Now you're telling me my future
Knowing I'll believe ya
You know I gotta have it
Feels like black magic
Come into the light like Carol Anne
The only magic I identify is that of the melanin
So what ya tryna' sell 'em? Inside the cerebellum
I'm thinking peace be still, protected by the elders
There's a war going on for your brain
And not everything on this plane is what it seems
Use your third eye, pineal gland
Now that's a bird's eye view to always overstand (understand?)
You can read between the lines 'cause you're my palm reader
Got your crystals in your pocket like a drug dealer
Now you're telling me my future
Knowing I'll believe ya
You know I gotta have it
Feels like black magic (black magic, yeah)
My palm reader
Yeah, you're like a drug dealer
Writer(s): Antwan Andre Patton, Elisha Noll, Jacob Wick, Marc Nelson, Nicholas Wold, Peter Nappi, Sabrina Bernstein, Taylor Cameron Upsahl
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company
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