Ashwaghanda Lyrics

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They love me not

Well It's the ballad of a lover, dreamer, hustler on the map

Had a vision of my future now I'm fiending, fiending

Manifest my destiny to tell 'em where we at

It don't seem so alien to me, I'm dreaming, dreaming

So you can miss me with that mundane

One day, catch me at the Met Gala stunning while I'm stunting shit from Monday to Sunday

Slip some Ashwaganda in my cup bitch

Some say, I'm the one that keep a buck ay

Wake up, stretch, god damn I'm the shit

Then pray for my all my kin that's in and outside the city

So I been straight up, nay fucks ever be gifts

Cause I don't trip about some lame emulators opinions baby

This shit daily, speaking like I'm richer lately

With your main B, billi on me Jiggaman shit

Fix the frame bitch, you won't catch me slipping mainly

Because last week I was overthinking that shit

Placibo and everything besides help I'm fond of

Tryna find cure to this shit, it's been getting harder

Maybe I'm my own demon in the end yea

Yea

Well It's the ballad of a lover, dreamer, hustler on the map

Had a vision of my future now I'm fiending, fiending

Manifest my destiny to tell 'em where we at

It don't seem so alien to me, I'm dreaming, dreaming

So you can miss me with that mundane

One day, catch me at the Met Gala stunning while I'm stunting shit from Monday to Sunday

Slip some Ashwaganda in my cup bitch

Some say, I'm the one that keep a buck ay

My songs infect your ears, like you had some brand new earrings in

Yes I'm going up this year and no you are not hearing shit

Used to rock with that bitch til I realized she delirious

One day I'll make hits, but now I'm feeling esoterian

My drive could wake a bear from hibernation like a rumble strip

Humble shit, practicing my cadence while I'm thumbing this

Bud into this blunt so I discover all the under shit

And different background sounds in a song I've heard a hundred times

I'll tell you exes ain't shit, so give me all the O's

Dropped the H in Holyrood, and picked it up when I got home

I'm resistance in a circuit I can't let these rappers flow

Like a current, you get swept out if I'm betting on my own

Well It's the ballad of a lover, dreamer, hustler on the map

Had a vision of my future now I'm fiending, fiending

Manifest my destiny to tell 'em where we at

It don't seem so alien to me, I'm dreaming, dreaming

So you can miss me with that mundane

One day, catch me at the Met Gala stunning while I'm stunting shit from Monday to Sunday

Slip some Ashwaganda in my cup bitch

Some say, I'm the one that keep a buck ay