Genus Lyrics

It ain't the shape of the physical in your features baby

I'm in search of a product that come from meditation

So when we touch it's a product upon our elevation

My bulma in times of Crisis leveled innovation

Daphodils dangle across your mental panty line Consciously

Im postured captioned for a better time

What u expect to define leave you up at night

The definition of power from her candle light

Anemone amaryllis what kind is she

Is it ever worth the ride when you pay the fee

Broke down a backwoods in a charter house

The loudest part of all journeying thru saint Marie

So many lillies n they listenin to easters sound

Clear season elevatin from muddy ground

It's the pretext if I had to guess an anomaly

A sacred craft resulting from this pottery

Anemone amaryllis what kind is she

Is it ever worth the ride when you pay the fee

Broke down a backwoods in a charter house

The loudest part of all journeying thru saint Marie

So many lillies and they listenin to easters sound

Clear season elevatin from muddy ground

It's the pretext if I had to guess an anomaly

A sacred craft resulting from this pottery

I remember reminiscing as a little lad

She threw me for a loop like a brainiac

I whispered in her ear like girl you know you bad

I got a few lessons to teach you from my almanac

Stretchin her mental her blood pressure on the rise

I'll show you it's easy the magic hidden in disguise

It's all In the structure push the limits of your thighs

I mean I'm foreal I know you sick of all the lies

Anemone amaryllis what kind is she

Is it ever worth the ride when you pay the fee

Broke down a backwoods in a charter house

The loudest part of all journeying thru saint Marie

So many lillies and they listenin to easters sound

Clear season elevatin from muddy ground

It's the pretext if I had to guess an anomaly

A sacred craft resulting from this pottery

Anemone amaryllis what kind is she

Is it ever worth the ride when you pay the fee

Broke down a backwoods in a charter house

The loudest part of all journeying thru saint Marie

So many lillies and they listenin to easters sound

Clear season elevatin from muddy ground

It's the pretext if I had to guess an anomaly

A sacred craft resulting from this pottery