[Intro]
Da, da, yo
Da, da

[Chorus]
Long nights and the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted​, I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready (Nope)
Still kill it though
In the womb, I hit triangle, I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts, ayy

[Verse 1]
They say every song I drop lately
A career launcher like catapults (Woo)
They treat me like I'm on a pedestal
But that pedestal made of long nights and a hungry soul
Get comfortable
The come up comin', but it might take a long while though
Few years or so, I'm in it though
In this game, there's no winnin' though
Just evolution and obstacles
I clear them all, still go for gold
I could take the throne and I'm not finished (Woah)
Take a shot like it's flu season (Shots)
You missed your shot, like I dropped with it
Aimbot, with the shot hittin' yeah
CJ miles with the shot hittin'
Had to win, it was predestined
Robotic flow with the wise presence (Flow, wise)
Cleverbot with the next sentence
Pick an app, got some busy mentions
Old talks not worth the tension (Yo)
Hundred songs give me hella leverage
Magic cards with the board presence, damn (Yo)
[Chorus]
Long nights and the desk lamp (Yeah)
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded
Too zooted​, I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb, I hit triangle, I was born ready
I'm magical (Razor)
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts

[Verse 2]
Throw thunderbolts (Woah)
Throw spirit bombs (Woah)
Throw chakra bombs
These Friday nights smell like edibles and a beaker bong
My neighbour homie start up the Chevy
We five deep with the system on
Drivin' the team like a soccer mum, what?
Every girl he catchin' feelings for
I don't even know whats goin' on
She sit me down for a deep talk
And then open up like a Bakugan, I, yeah
I don't hear shit with the music on
I deal enough with my own problems so
I prefer if you keep it on, girl
[Chorus]
Long nights and the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded (Come on, girl)
Too zooted​, I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb, I hit triangle, I was born ready
I'm magical
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair (Yeah, ayy)
He throw fire bolts
Long nights and the desk lamp
Got heavy thoughts and I'm lightheaded (Lightheaded)
Too zooted​, I'm space-ready
I can't even get the mic ready
Still kill it though
In the womb, I hit triangle, I was born ready
I'm magical (Woah)
Lightning bolt in the brunette locks of my curly hair
He throw fire bolts, ayy