Moka Only - Mysterious Lyrics

Uh, yeah got speed and ...
Non-stop ... touchy feeling
Time to make the beat that will take me to Tahiti
Lounging in the .. flavor, titties and hits
All Caribbeans trying to be .. stacking the tips
On the spring night, motherfucking known eclipse
It’s no time to wait when you’re tasting the bliss
It’s the headphone commando when I’m skating down ...
Marching with the ... call me black Stanley
.. like the mission, it’s the brand new family
Money for the sounds and whatever come in handy
I’m the man because I got the buzz
And the drowned be making the fuss to get with us!
You wanna go mellow at the back of the bus.

I’m space shooting like John Glenn
It’s John again, my mom bends.
I’m full circle with the sonic blends,
Play out your monitor, 94, like Geronimo
Timbaland stop you out like the cop and the kick.
I’m on some shit,
Moonlighting when the sample flip
Grab the dabs, spin in pad when the candles lit
The act of a legend, weaving through three lengths in traffic
.. key chain, nostalgic.
Your own wildest shit, still, never over the hill.
Cooking up some joints and toss them on to the grill,
Torch light is the veil, and we’re bringing off...
We could bump in your ride, give you something divine
Too relaxed when it comes down to dropping them slaps
Cause we’ve been doing that,
You could take a look back,
But for now when we’re about to go out,
Grab me a snack!
That’s a matter of fact!

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