Karma ft. Outlandish Lyrics

Album an autobiography, my composition is written too awkwardly

Ain't really popular, I'm forbidden really feeling like Socrates

Poverty remains in monopoly

Probably turn an obstacle obsolete

Silence for channeling my energies properly

Properly, Properly

Properly, Properly

Illustrate a story, gliding my diphthongs,

I'm singing in tune to my shit songs

Fingers tingling a little

Fucking fiddling with riddles

Finger linger in my bitch thongs

Deliberately fumbling and stumbling in pitfalls

I don't need a label opinion to tell me my fucking

EP limit up to six songs

Even though my mind is a prison

I might just silently diminish these brick walls

Silly sally sunshine, skipping in sundresses she sing songs

My mind liberated by my cousin, it's a fam thing dawg

Banging my chest like an ape, aggravated

My wrists resistant to slit

Pen and a paper

My dick ain't six inches in length

No more asking for favors

Saving my gentleman manners for my haters for later

Serve my neighbors an itty bitty slice of this flavor of my labour

Man I know it's safer in my chambers

Unapologetic with the nature my behavior

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Cause and effect

Stay calm and collect

Listen close my prose too cryptic

Here sip this, quench your thirst

Forgive me I'm a bit pissed now hit this

Next, imma snatch your A1 thickest bitch from your wishlist

Smitten kitten sittin on ya lap

On the couch with her fat ass up

Watching Netflix, maybe get her breakfast

I might, maybe even ask her all her interests

And the latter's facts and after that the aftermath

Disappear real quick in a thick mist

Man my bad where my manners at, matter fact

Im famished and my platter stacked

Now you done made the badass manic mad hatter mad

I'm parched homie where the lager at

My stanzas like daggers, stab ya'll McJagger's swagger jacker attackers back

Forgive me for my bravado

Im an up and coming artist emerging staccato from the shadows, hold up

Man, I'm serious, might just say this for the record that this record slaps my magnum opus

Find me seated reflecting on my thoughts in stillness like a flowering lotus

I wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see

The floors of my ocean, to be frank

Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients

Fashionably late in slow motion

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location