Checkers for my fingers, and you know it
Checkers for the lingers, cause you know it
Ringers and I'm ringing
Cos, you know it's not your throne
Check it, could you see it
And you're open like wide ass to the condor
And maybe we're dead, won't you understand
And maybe we're dead, don't you understand
What you gonna master
What you gonna hide from them
You being so lethal
What you gonna see
And what you gonna hide it
But you don't see these people
Magic doesn't come when you're being a bitch
That's a lesson to learn when you grow a bit
That's just something you don't have
So you just don't get close to me
Like the pencil on my desk
That is where you gon' be storing
Open eyes sleep tonight
They don't see my incredible things
Open magic, sunny skies
That won't be the gate for them
When they're up high and I'm down low
They don't see where I'm gonna go
Gonna be hiding, I'm gonna give them what
Have you had enough yet
I'll say it one more cos its coming
Magic doesn't come when you're being a bitch
That's a lesson to learn when you grow a bit
That's just something you don't have
So you just don't get close to me
Like the pencil on my desk
That is where you gon' be storing
That is where you gon' be storing