47Tec - Divine Intervention
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{Intro}
"Yo, I don't know what the fuck to do."
"What you need to do is take a break."
{Verse 1}
Based off my recollections
Your eyes send a message
Vibrations through my spine, you divine intervention
We bypass the friendship
I strive for perfection 'cause
Baby girl, you got the kind of vibe I can mess with
Trust me, I won't break your heart
I'm just tryna play my part
Hard to find the light when you done been through fifty shades of dark
Bitches on they hatin' arc, but we winnin' though
Glad I found your ass over any other Tinder ho
Man, these bitches be so cynical
Whеn I'm spittin' every syllable I mеan it
You don't spit if you got lyrical amnesia
Left them hoes on ghost
I ain't a spiritual receiver
When I'm spittin' all syllables I mean it
You don't spit if you got lyrical amnesia
Left them hoes on ghost
I ain't a spiritualist either
{Interlude}
{Verse 2}
(Yuh)
Oh, baby, don't mention it
We can get intense and shit
And you my bestest friend, and yes, it's deeper than the benefits
The feelings I developed
You can see the way I cherish it
Streets I wasn't reppin' so the sheets is where we steppin' in
Only shorty I can tell my secrets not by whisperin'
Me, I'm just a kid, and you can see what they don't see in him
This love go so deep, and it's a loop, so Ion' see in it
Lyrics without reading on no news so Ion' see in it
{Intro}
"Yo, I don't know what the fuck to do."
"What you need to do is take a break."
{Verse 1}
Based off my recollections
Your eyes send a message
Vibrations through my spine, you divine intervention
We bypass the friendship
I strive for perfection 'cause
Baby girl, you got the kind of vibe I can mess with
Trust me, I won't break your heart
I'm just tryna play my part
Hard to find the light when you done been through fifty shades of dark
Bitches on they hatin' arc, but we winnin' though
Glad I found your ass over any other Tinder ho
Man, these bitches be so cynical
Whеn I'm spittin' every syllable I mеan it
You don't spit if you got lyrical amnesia
Left them hoes on ghost
I ain't a spiritual receiver
When I'm spittin' all syllables I mean it
You don't spit if you got lyrical amnesia
Left them hoes on ghost
I ain't a spiritualist either
{Interlude}
{Verse 2}
(Yuh)
Oh, baby, don't mention it
We can get intense and shit
And you my bestest friend, and yes, it's deeper than the benefits
The feelings I developed
You can see the way I cherish it
Streets I wasn't reppin' so the sheets is where we steppin' in
Only shorty I can tell my secrets not by whisperin'
Me, I'm just a kid, and you can see what they don't see in him
This love go so deep, and it's a loop, so Ion' see in it
Lyrics without reading on no news so Ion' see in it