Lofticries Lyrics - Angel Haze

My mind's an art gallery, karats, lettuce salary 

Never in a pickle, catch me chillin with the cavalry 

That mean that I'm godlike, you bitches need sour drink 

And I spit like a paintbrush, that is pain and got a masterpiece 

And I am like a jungle full of motherfuckin mega beats 

When I spit I break the first 3 letters of your legacy 

Yea that mean I'm ill, hoe 

Yea, that mean I drill so 

Deep into this field slow 

You should run cuz I'm on your heels hoe 

You should run cuz I'm on that pill flow 

That super fuckin real flow 

That bring a bitch net back, in a jetpack 

Stomp away her ill flow 

Kill me when these bitches feel like speakin that coherent shit 

Did this on my own, bitch 

On my single parent shit 

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My mind's an art gallery 

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