PEEPSnation - Musical Science Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Yeah
Let's work

[Chorus: Apollo West & Era] x2
(A) Knew I'd be here I'm psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my dick like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Apollo West]
She do what I say like Simon
Yo bitches be so defiant
Go Kamikaze
Crash in the pussy no license
Y'all ain't really bout it yal hype men
We got the belt
And we been top shelf
Stop comparing me to them
They don't pen that shit themselves
We ain't even parallel
I be on a different scale
She call me cocky cause I brought my dick to show and tell
I gotta monkey on my back
Wolf on my chest
Devil on my right shoulder
Angel on my left
Playing tug of war till it rip me to shreds
You ain't my nigga you just tryna get ahead
Nigga better zip it
Before shit get wicked
Mud in the blue liquid
Get bold when I mix it
You ain't really bout collision
You been stacking parking tickets
This is all part of the vision
4/4 too efficient

[Chorus] x2
(A) Knew I'd be here I'm psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my dick like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Era]
No f*cks
Given, that's how I'm living
Tell shawty I'm sorry
Ya boy been sinnin
A lil smoke a lil drank
A lil syrup been sippin
If you need me come find me
I'm somewhere winning
Every since the jump
We ain't need no help
Every little bit of wave
Yeah we build ourself
Don't come around with the drama
Tryin to stunt our wealth
I got a couple hit albums
Bout to jump off shelf
And maybe that's why I'm still alone
I can't put a bitch first
Yeah I got this game by the throat
Bout to put it in a hearse
Cuz I

[Chorus] x2
(A) Knew I'd be here I'm psychic
You not the one stop the hype shit (Ohh)
(E) No solitary confinement
Young nigga dodging the sirens (Yeah)
(A) Chasing the booty like pirates
She ride my dick like a cyclist (Ohh)
(E) Shawty get wet, start a high pitch
I call that musical science (Yeah)