Ditto PH, Outlandish - Karma lyrics

Album an autobiography
My composition is written too awkwardly
Ain't really popular
I'm forbidden really feeling like Socrates
Poverty remains in monopoly
Probably turn an obstacle obsolete
Silence for channeling my energies properly

Properly, Properly properly, Properly

Illustrate a story, gliding my diphthongs
I'm singing in tune to my shit songs
Fingers tingling a little
Fucking fiddling with riddles
Finger linger in my bitch thongs
Deliberately fumbling and stumbling
In pitfalls i don’t need a label opinion
To tell me my fucking EP
Limit up to six songs
Even though my mind is a prison
I might just silently diminish
These brick walls

Silly sally sunshine, skipping in sundresses
She sing songs
My mind liberated by my cousin
It's a fam thing dawg
Banging my chest like an ape, aggravated

My wrists resistant to slit pen and a paper
My dick ain't six inches in length
No more asking for favors

Saving my gentleman manners for
My haters for later
Serve my neighbors an itty bitty
Slice of this flavor of my labour
Man I know it’s safer in my chambers
Unapologetic with the nature my behavior

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location
Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Cause and effect stay calm and collect
Listen close my prose too cryptic
Here sip this

Quench your thirst
Forgive me I'm a bit pissed now hit this
Next, Imma snatch your A1 thickest
Bitch from your wishlist
Smitten kitten sittin on ya lap
On the couch with her fat ass up
Watching Netflix, maybe get her breakfast

I might, maybe even ask her all her interests
And the latter's facts and
After that the aftermath
Disappear real quick in a thick mist
Man my bad where my manners at, matter fact
Im famished and my platter stacked
Now you done made the badass
Manic mad hatter mad
I'm parched homie where the lager at
My stanzas like daggers
Stab ya’ll McJagger swagger
Jacker attackers back

Forgive me for my bravado
Im an up and coming artist
Emerging staccato from the shadows hold up

Man, I'm serious
Might just say this for the record that
This record slaps my magnum opus
Find me seated reflecting on my thoughts
In stillness like a flowering lotus

I wonder, how deep is the sea
Live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late in slow motion

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

Karma traveling to my location

In other words
It is believed generally in India
That when a person sets out
On the way of liberation
His first problem is to become
Free from his past karma