Okay
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone know where you at
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
Did what I did cause you just not for me
Some people just know what they meant to be
Try not to watch but I hope that you see
Hope that I get some love out overseas
It's not for me, it's for the ones
If karma real then I hope that it comes
Kill all your friends and then turn into nuns
Praying and hoping the violence is done
But it's not so you asking to bless
Cool then but I'm here now you stress
Never bad so I think it's a test
Shooting my shot like my real name was Kez
I'm on that field I don't sit on the bench
Talk to the girl smack your head with a wrench
Middle class girl think she out of the trench
They be the worst someone bring me the wrench
Yeah, yuh, yuh
She a fan, fan, fan
Do my dance, dance, dance
In a trance, trance, trance
She thinking that I am who?
She thinking that who are you?
She thinking that, yeah, yeah
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone but where you at?
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
I got these critics on tap
Talking they shit but I know that they clapped
Want it mad then it be wraps
Thinking I'm dumb but I got it all mapped
Plan in my hand cause I know it's my prophecy
See you talking but where is the honesty?
Try your best but ain't nobody hard as me
Step to the spot but I do it with modesty
F*ck all the lying and no I'm not prying
Yeah they saw they shot and they hang by the rope
Not here for tying but there's no denying
About what he do if he getting some hope
What you implying? They thoughts are relying
On what he gon' do if he fall and he choke
What you doing now? Yeah
What you gon' do if he choke?
Got no answer for that no they don't
Talking the most on the phone when they post
See them real life and you know that they froze
Cooking them up like that bitch on the stove
I promise that you ain't no saint
Bitches so dry like I'm watching some paint
Try to do me but you know that you can't
Promise you f*ckin' won't cause I'm
F*ckin' like that boy
I'm not even rapping no more
F*ck that shit
F*ck, f*ck anyone who has a problem with me
Man I promise you I'm like that
People don't think I'm like that but I promise you I am
It'll never end well for you I promise
F*ck you, f*ck them, f*ck everyone
Astro G - HOUDINI Lyrics
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English
Okay
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone know where you at
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
Did what I did cause you just not for me
Some people just know what they meant to be
Try not to watch but I hope that you see
Hope that I get some love out overseas
It's not for me, it's for the ones
If karma real then I hope that it comes
Kill all your friends and then turn into nuns
Praying and hoping the violence is done
But it's not so you asking to bless
Cool then but I'm here now you stress
Never bad so I think it's a test
Shooting my shot like my real name was Kez
I'm on that field I don't sit on the bench
Talk to the girl smack your head with a wrench
Middle class girl think she out of the trench
They be the worst someone bring me the wrench
Yeah, yuh, yuh
She a fan, fan, fan
Do my dance, dance, dance
In a trance, trance, trance
She thinking that I am who?
She thinking that who are you?
She thinking that, yeah, yeah
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone but where you at?
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
I got these critics on tap
Talking they shit but I know that they clapped
Want it mad then it be wraps
Thinking I'm dumb but I got it all mapped
Plan in my hand cause I know it's my prophecy
See you talking but where is the honesty?
Try your best but ain't nobody hard as me
Step to the spot but I do it with modesty
F*ck all the lying and no I'm not prying
Yeah they saw they shot and they hang by the rope
Not here for tying but there's no denying
About what he do if he getting some hope
What you implying? They thoughts are relying
On what he gon' do if he fall and he choke
What you doing now? Yeah
What you gon' do if he choke?
Got no answer for that no they don't
Talking the most on the phone when they post
See them real life and you know that they froze
Cooking them up like that bitch on the stove
I promise that you ain't no saint
Bitches so dry like I'm watching some paint
Try to do me but you know that you can't
Promise you f*ckin' won't cause I'm
F*ckin' like that boy
I'm not even rapping no more
F*ck that shit
F*ck, f*ck anyone who has a problem with me
Man I promise you I'm like that
People don't think I'm like that but I promise you I am
It'll never end well for you I promise
F*ck you, f*ck them, f*ck everyone
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone know where you at
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
Did what I did cause you just not for me
Some people just know what they meant to be
Try not to watch but I hope that you see
Hope that I get some love out overseas
It's not for me, it's for the ones
If karma real then I hope that it comes
Kill all your friends and then turn into nuns
Praying and hoping the violence is done
But it's not so you asking to bless
Cool then but I'm here now you stress
Never bad so I think it's a test
Shooting my shot like my real name was Kez
I'm on that field I don't sit on the bench
Talk to the girl smack your head with a wrench
Middle class girl think she out of the trench
They be the worst someone bring me the wrench
Yeah, yuh, yuh
She a fan, fan, fan
Do my dance, dance, dance
In a trance, trance, trance
She thinking that I am who?
She thinking that who are you?
She thinking that, yeah, yeah
She think I'm Houdini, yuh
Okay
Because she don't see me
She think I'm dreaming, nah
No way
See her and I'm feinin, yuh
Bands, bands, bands, it's a trap
Talking on the phone but where you at?
Money so tall like Shaq
Passion just be something that you lack
I got these critics on tap
Talking they shit but I know that they clapped
Want it mad then it be wraps
Thinking I'm dumb but I got it all mapped
Plan in my hand cause I know it's my prophecy
See you talking but where is the honesty?
Try your best but ain't nobody hard as me
Step to the spot but I do it with modesty
F*ck all the lying and no I'm not prying
Yeah they saw they shot and they hang by the rope
Not here for tying but there's no denying
About what he do if he getting some hope
What you implying? They thoughts are relying
On what he gon' do if he fall and he choke
What you doing now? Yeah
What you gon' do if he choke?
Got no answer for that no they don't
Talking the most on the phone when they post
See them real life and you know that they froze
Cooking them up like that bitch on the stove
I promise that you ain't no saint
Bitches so dry like I'm watching some paint
Try to do me but you know that you can't
Promise you f*ckin' won't cause I'm
F*ckin' like that boy
I'm not even rapping no more
F*ck that shit
F*ck, f*ck anyone who has a problem with me
Man I promise you I'm like that
People don't think I'm like that but I promise you I am
It'll never end well for you I promise
F*ck you, f*ck them, f*ck everyone
Writer: Bailey Grieve
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid