Elixir - Wiki, JJ, Obongjayar

Holy ghost

See my sister in my woes

I’m in my head, I’m a thinker

Jot the things I never say

I’m a lead and the Inca

Tryna keep my head out the mix up

Niggas whispering my name

Tell the pussyhole: «Fix up»

Tryna fly out and turn in the winter

Smoked salmon and vino

Watch my reflection grow old in the river like Simba

I had cloud backup because my notes are coming like scripture

Tryna paint the perfect picture, the picture was never perfect

Switched up the mixture, still yak in my elixir

Pack inside my Rizla, man, I ain’t rapping like Twister

I spit that, inner city the wind and the way it whisper

Holy ghost see my sister in my woes

Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke

Looking for action

Money to capture

Looking for action

Money to capture

Ever since we popped up

Played it slow, that’s the process

Laid low like the Loch Ness

Management, yeah, they dropped us

But we planned for this, we prophets

From the Wolly to the Rotten

Couldn’t pull me to the bottom

Not, no weight on them

We just two skinny blokes

With some problems

Absolve them and hate on them

We ain’t got time to solve and we play to win

Ain’t no fucking way to get around a way of sin, look

I ain’t playing when I say this shit I say within

Change day to day like when then city grey I change to Timbs

Rain jacket, drank havoc, ain’t a habit

Yak in it, smacked in it, past frigid

Single digits, stay smacked only way to stay warm in the winter

Pour the elixir

Holy ghost

Holy ghost see my sister in my woes

Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke

Looking for action

Money to capture

Looking for action

Money to capture

Holy ghost see my sister in my woes

Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke

Looking for action

Money to capture

Looking for action

Money to capture

Holy ghost