New Magic Wand

Album: Igor (2019)
Charted: 70
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  • Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window

    Woo
    I saw a photo, you looked joyous
    My eyes are green, I eat my veggies
    I need to get her out the picture
    She's really fuckin' up my frame
    She's not developed like we are

    Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone
    New magic, new magic, new magic wand
    Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone (nigga)
    New magic, new magic, new magic wand

    My brother said I'm on the spectrum
    Don't call me selfish, I ain't sharin'
    This 60-40 (isn't) workin'
    I want a hundred of your time, you're mine

    Please don't leave me now
    Please don't leave me now (don't leave)
    Please don't leave me now
    Please don't leave me now (don't leave)
    Please don't leave me now (don't leave) (like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
    Please don't leave me now (I can make her leave) (new magic, new magic, new magic wand)
    Please don't leave me now (don't leave) (like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
    Please don't leave me now (new magic, new magic, new magic wand)

    I wanna be found, passenger in your car (don't leave)
    You wanna be mean, mixed signals don't park (I can make her leave)
    She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand (don't leave)
    We can finally be together

    You roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right
    Beginner's luck, you not my first, who gives a fuck?
    Your other one evaporate, we celebrate
    You under oath, now pick a side and if you don't
    I'll pick you both (run, run, run, run)
    (Run, run, run, run) It's not a joke
    Murder she wrote

    Ayo
    Take one look in the mirror, implications so clear
    I live life with no fear, except for the idea
    That one day you won't be here
    I will not fetch the ball
    Eyes are green, I eat my vegetables
    It has nothin' to do with that broad
    But if it did, guarantee she'd be gone, well
    I got a plan, 'bout to walk in the pen
    If you can't understand, I'm a hawk in the gym
    Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest
    That I need to get off, or I ain't talkin' to them
    Can't be in the picture if it got no frame
    Gon' let the world know 'cause I ain't got no shame
    Blow the whole spot up, 'cause I ain't
    I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one
    Not the other one, keep it on the low
    I'm in my right mind, keep it on a high
    Janis Joplin spillin' feelings, now I'm out here moppin' 'em
    Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store
    Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door
    Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned
    New magic wand Writer/s: Tyler Okonma
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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