VINCE STAPLES – MAGIC

Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, hoe
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin' I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened
If I gave a fuck about a citch, I'd always be broke
I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs
Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch
With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door
But that's old news, spreading love now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'
Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me
Hope lil baby know that she can't play me
Dumb hoe, love cost but the game free, dumb hoe
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened
Crip and blood shit
That's the only thing I ever been in love with it
So I hope he know we never goin' public
Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah
I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin'
Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Ah, put it on the dead locs
They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go
If I hit the corner quick and better get low
You ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for?
I just wanna be successful
You won't never ever see me with my head low
Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto
Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened
See when you come from nothing, make it into something - I call that luck
But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic
And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something like this, I guess you could call that magic
Getting off of Section 8, welfare
Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets - that's magic
Let me know what's magic to you, yeah

Paroles (Traduction)

Moutarde sur la musique, salope
Je me sens comme si je flottais jusqu'au plafond, est-ce de la magie ?
Bébé, dis-moi pourquoi tu disparais, c'est de la magie
Je ne dirai jamais comment j'ai fait, c'était de la magie
Peux-tu imaginer ?
De l'argent dans le matelas, j'adore la façon dont je l'empile
Je peux faire pleuvoir des billets de cent dollars bleus, peux-tu les attraper ?
Si quelqu'un arrive en bluffant, je vais lui tirer dessus
Et dire à la police que je ne sais pas ce qui s'est passé
Si j'avais à me soucier d'une salope, je serais toujours fauché
Je ne pourrais jamais arriver à rouler en Benz avec mes potes
En grandissant, on était pauvres, donc on a sauté de ce porche
Avec un flingue, essayant de faire sauter, d'essayer de défoncer ta porte
Mais c'est du passé, maintenant on répand de l'amour
Marre des gyrophares de police, marre des bruits de flingues
Le pain des mecs n'est pas là, donc ils agissent mal
Mais c'est des poignées de main, des câlins quand je passe, wow
Style drôle, déteste voir un mec sourire
Centaines de kilomètres et courant à travers les logements sociaux
Déplaçant des montagnes, foutant en l'air avec qui je trainais
Faisant des coups de feu, assis à l'arrière des Crown Vics
Tellement louche, je sais que ces mecs de la rue me détestent toujours
J'espère que la petite sait qu'elle ne peut pas me manipuler
Salope stupide, l'amour coûte mais le jeu est gratuit, salope
Je me sens comme si je flottais jusqu'au plafond, est-ce de la magie ?
Bébé, dis-moi pourquoi tu disparais, c'est de la magie
Je ne dirai jamais comment j'ai fait, c'était de la magie
Peux-tu imaginer

Thématique L'amour de sa ville natale

Style Rap

Keywords Los Angeles, Ramona Park Broke My Heart

Entités normées Mustard, Vince Staples