Joey Bada$$, Pro Era - Sorry Bonita lyrics

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott [Brooklyn, New York. USA.]

[Joey Bada$$, Pro Era - Sorry Bonita lyrics]

You on that third eye shit, Huh?

It’s all illusions, fixed gear cruising
Fixed reality shrouded from
Governmental pollution i ain’t a saint
The holy ghost up in my aura rebuked it
It’s the era of indigo and
They go with the preaching
I ascend as the seasons, go on and I vanish
Cause I notice I’m slowly
Becoming way more imbalanced
A king with the crown
Firm grip on the chalice
Solid gold angel coming back to
Burn down this Babylon has told many tales
His flows you could sells
Mastering wind elements
I move with the gales

‘Cause I’m a socialite in the night
Bitch get right enable i’m boxing yo dorm
Put my Nikes on the coffee table
My tongue’s below her navel
She makes it wet, her skills are naval
Seals my hands on her extremities
We’re chopping up these remedies
Came in between her and I
We leave it to the constellations
Like should we continue relations?
I think not cause all I do is smoke pot
And make beats
And yo ass just want back shots

Smoker’s club
Michael Jordan how I’m killing 4 quarters
You stashing the trash, hoarder
Yo girl starting to bath water, it’s Dirty
And that’s not an introduction, it’s nutching
Dirt on my shoulders, like Hova
My niggas turn boulders soft
That’s the shit that me and jovid saw uh
And now it's like Pro Era in stores
All my niggas opening doors
All my bitches is braless
Flawless more or less balance was the key
More action less speaking
Everybody wants a piece peace

Check (Peace)
Yo

When I release the flows I
Goes over yo dome far
The nigga to represent the barrio
We hold bars
I shine further, you sons get in the bogart
You gotta pick yo road, give it
A go, keep the point, god
Better with the regis my mind
They manifesting
Beast coast, yea we the pros
You don’t wanna mess with
We leave you breathless
Don’t second guess the best who blessed it
Less than yo adolescence when
I speak my progression bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh

This is what I asked for, asked for
Chilling at my back door, back off
Mind tweaking on bath salts
Confuse my intelligence, maybe I’m irrelevant
So eloquent, being riders with a elephant
The higher rank tryna pull a trump card
When I try and do the things
I deserve all respect
Intricit my amount, boy to any amount
To any account, probably I gets em out uh

I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I can see it through the pyramids
I must admit, I must admit

The mental state with a nigga
That was penciled for great
Following schedules
Never scheduled for break
But still embrace he'll put ya'
Neck in a brace
Regular days went to getting paid regular
Respecting the Era where the
Era’s been ascending up
Got all types of fans that’s
Always sending us love
And ex girls that I loved I
Now offend with a glove
And stayed deeper but still heading above
‘Cause Mr hinds always gotta float to let the
People know that nigga head is above
Regular sea height
Cause they 3rd eye never seen height
Cause only this Brooklyn street light gave me
Shine to shine for these nights
Came with the free ice to bag
Bodies on the beat sipes bring it down baby
Bring it down baby, uh

Looking for who’s in charge
Don’t be shocked, i’m the plug
Get inside like the socket, the surgeon
The sergeant energy – I put all in
I’m learning the flaw things
In the storm you stand out
You can struck and stand up
I know how to conduct, feelings electric
Well we’re connected
Your buttons are pressing
Can test the reception, I sent you a message
Let me know if you get this, the question

Seen it all in the retrospect
Took retro steps
Like it’s ’93 still, got ’93 til mic skills
Even got the ecko check
Like for real there no testing
My tribe is not some Tribe called Questions
My professions are not no seconds
To no veterans and they minutes of fame
I’m a menace, insane
Minus the brain as I diminish the flame
Make it rain, champagne
'til it falls down the drain
Got my head up in my dreams
Everything ain't what it be seemin'
Don’t blame me girl, blame my semen
You got good jeans so
Your inseams made seamless
And off top, you’re ingenious
We took a hit of of the greenest
Now she at most fear on the
Atmosphere but don't intervene us
Break her body down to the
Genus if she leaving
She didn’t get the pic and now I see Sophia
She get the tone, sorry Bonita but
Sophia got a applebum sophia got a applebum
I’m thinking I should take it home
What you saying?

Who do you think Bonita Applebum is?
I think Bonita Applebum is
Hold on before you even talk
You ever been with a Bada$$ nigga?
Don't answer that, don't answer that
Bonita Applebum, has got it going on

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