One trip to Amsterdam Four trips around the sun Has it really been that long Since your name was on my tongue? Down at the grocery mart I pray I see your mom 'Cause if I could get back to the place The place where you came from Think I could bring you back Body and soul intact You be the bird behind the drapes I'll be the magician I'll be the magician The magician I'll be the magician You be the bird, I'll be the magician Get to the gig on time And play all the notes you like I put your full name on the list And I keep the doorman in my sight And I should be used to this I'm not new to loneliness And waking up to find the kitchen In its emptiness Your heart and soul unmatched God, could you spare me half? You be the girl inside the crate I'll be the magician I'll be the magician The magician I'll be the magician You be the bird, I'll be the magician I'll be the magician The magician I'll be the magician You be the bird, I'll be the magician And I would wait all night, glass-eyed By the back door like the way we did Meet me at midnight Crack me up good like the way you did I would wait all night By the back door like the way we did Like the way we did Like the way we did And I would wait all night, glass-eyed By the back door like the way we did (I'll be the magician) Meet me at midnight Crack me up good like the way you did (the magician) I would wait all night By the back door like the way we did (I'll be the magician) Like the way we did (you be the bird) Like the way we did (I'll be the magician) You be the bird, I'll be the You be the bird behind the You be the bird, I'll be the, I'll be the You be the bird, I'll be the magician

There ain't no other To find my true colors I was caught to the fire But you never let the burning stop The fear in your eyes from falling deeper Wear your disguise to cover up Roll of the dice put us together We're together now, We're together now There ain't no other To find my true colors I was caught to the fire But you never let the burning stop The fear in your eyes from falling deeper Wear your disguise to cover up Roll of the dice put us together We're together now, We're together now

Hey, shoutout Migo Plug (Hey shoutout Migo Plug) I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris Too many [?] (too many) Too many [?] tryna see me dead Take all my profit (can't take it) I ain't gonna bet, make 'em take my [?] Don't put me in a coffin (no, no) And when I'm in a coffin, I'll [?] I ain't talkin' 'bout no business I'm talkin' 'bout all of my homies Where in the fuck was you at? Tell me, hoe, where was you at When they rolled up with the strap? Now, tell me what's so wrong with that? Keep [?] until my pockets get fat I ain't listen cause they got no reason just to cuff it like that I'm blasting [?] [?] for the beat on the track I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I got blunts [?], don't need to make it back Dick inside a forty, make 'em hit a trap Shawty hit my line, she think your stroke is whack Pa-pa-party, oxys down I feel it, can't you take me out? Just suckin', fuckin', just for clout Since sippin' that, there ain't no drought I just bought some new Rick Owens I just skrrted out of that Stackin' that money on money Sippin' that syrup on syrup Thirty on forty on top I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin' Fifty on the dash, do just like Ricky Bobby I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris