[Intro: Irie Givens]
Ay, I heard y'all tryna cook something up
How y’all gon' cook and you ain't got the secret recipe?
I am the secret ingredient
Check it
[Verse 1: Irie Givens]
When I majored in Philosophy, Camus told me to kill myself
My husband do Psychology, so boo told me to heal myself
Thought my niggas proud of me, but love don’t ever feel itself
Cause now they think they way I feel in me the way they'll feel themselves?
Do numerology, you niggas get with 12
City tryna swallow me, you riding on they dick yaself
Crown of thorns upon me 'til I'm gone and now they mourn me
Cause my name is making money, they thinking I'll give them wealth?
Run up to the house of God and tell that
He forgives but I just forge along and never yell back
Lest I tell these faggot ass niggas hop the fuck up off my trunk
And tell them faggots all on Twitter, Imma cuss all that I want
Cuz I'm a faggot but I'm cunt, two lips around the blunt
Pussy fire when the lighter spark, flaming cause I light the dark
Training cause I like to spar, blazing guns, I like to draw
Aiming with the mic, it's like the crowd reciting every bar
Opps pull up to fight, tonight they shooting for the stars
But I ain’t Dancing with no Devils; TV Guide done did you flaw
Can’t advance the newest schedule, got the timing of Allah
Arriving when they least expect you, now we rhyming with The Law
Of the Moon and the Son, you niggas is spacin' out
Like the boom of a gun, outside of Dick Cheney house
I wasn’t looking, I just shoot from the hip
Lyrics cannibalistic, I cook whoever they hit
I'm kinda ballistic, it's just the way that I think
I'm dropping this shit verbatim how I’m telling the shrink:
My secret recipe is just therapy and a selfie
That's the track and the cover art decoded
Gon' tell you “help me”
Of course, I'm stealthy
[Verse 2: Myles Optimystic]
People tried to tell me who I was, but I think they wrong
Said I wasn't even the type, to be writin songs
Several years past, same people, singin along
Studyin my craft, look at that, and they ain't wrong
Fuck it tho, it's not my journey, to analyze another
Human being, let they do they, let me hang with my brothers
And my sisters, some of the others, leave me feelin smothered
Can't trust somebody who's too excited, to be my only lover
Bae I'm poly, and I live on the road, like these dotted lines
Might take slower folks a few times, just to decode my rhymes
Maybe eras, keep gettin better, they love me when I die
So imma be the first fuckin rapper, to die while I'm alive
Suddenly my stock goes up, like an apple drop
Macintosh computer baby, sit back and have a watch
But never crack, y'all be yolkin, faces turnin gold
Then turn to green cuz y'all fakin, this shit is gettin old
Meanwhile I am Benjamin Button, youthin' from pranic livin
Prayed to God until I became It, now I am forgiven
They told me there is mystical secrets, carried in the breath
Woke up on the right side of the bed, like I never left
And I stay centered and focused, I'm a camera lens
Real magic while y'all hocus pocus, shit where do I begin?
Right where it ends because it's not even essential to win
Against folks who don't know this shit's a game, to begin with
I could stop now but continue, like aggravated crime
AI tryna deport real artists, I click the unsubscribe
Viral sensations stay click baitin, for some easy likes
And way too many damn tiktokkers, playing with people's minds
Thought I was blind cuz I'm sensitive, to fluorescent lights
Thought I was high cuz I found meaning, colorin outside the lines
Law of Attraction act like a genie, yeah I got it made
About to go & move to Tahiti, fuck yeah I'm gettin paid
Tho I rather unite with the homies, economy of trade
Collaborate because we lovers, in a platonic way
These days I been doin things different, I stop chasin fame
Really only in it to bring Presence into every state
[Outro: Myles Optimystic]
And every country, ay!
*MOID*
