Meditation Lyrics

Got a whole lot on my head, got a whole lot in my mental

Want me to open up, but I'd rather grab a pencil

If it ain't goin' on now, I don't wanna talk about what I've been through

I don't mean to be dismissive, I just don't need someone to vent to

Maybe I do, I just never had that

If I open up to you, tell me how am I gon' cap that

My steps is movin' forward, fuck a backtrack

I see em adoring, casual whoring is boring

Your body on tour, your heart at home, collect it in the morning

I was falling, but no more, nah, bitch, I ain't goin'

You can't open up the door for me, chivalry, a gentleman

Like, you know that it's more to see

It's more to me than what's between my legs

Tucknation in this bitch, your basket got a lot of eggs

Tryna get me in the bed, I don't like to be used for sex

What happened to connect and grow?

Now it's bust a nut, and let's get this show on the road

I don't say too much, I say enough, just to let motherfuckers know

I'm not scared to let lil' baby go, I'm scared to let him close

Stiletto on my fingernails, white polish on my toes

Keep myself in tip-top, I'm not shaped up like these hoes

See me as an enigma, lookin' at the bigger picture

Zoomin' out was hella close, now I see the pretty fixture

If you fuckin' with me, ain't no ex, you better diss her

XO, XO, XO, XO, make this blicky kiss her

I don't check hoes, I test hoes, see if they answer different

I won't check you bout another bitch, just gon' create some distance

Do you, and I'ma do me, and we ain't fallin' out

I'ma treat you like a groupie, so when you callin' out

"Ravyn"

I'ma look around like, who me?

Let's keep it P and keep it pushin'

Diealated

Got a whole lot in my head, whole lot in my mental

Want me to open up, but I'd rather grab a pencil

If it ain't goin' on now, I don't wanna talk about what I've been through

I don't mean to be dismissive, I just don't need someone to vent to

Maybe I do, I just never had that

If I open up to you, tell me how am I gon' cap that

Got a whole lot on my head, whole lot

whole lot in my mental, whole lot

Want me to open up, but I'd rather grab a pencil

If it ain't goin' on now, I don't wanna talk about what I've been through

I don't mean to be dismissive, I just don't need someone to vent to

I just don't need someone to vent to

Got a whole lot in my head, whole lot,

Got a whole lot in my mental, whole lot

Want me to open up, but I'd rather grab a pencil

Or a mic, shit, nah, I don't bite, shit

Well, I might bitch, uh, yeah, this bitch insane