Callisto Coretta One Night lyrics
One Night
Callisto Coretta
GENRE [Intro : Aqua Coretta]
Uh
It's the motherfuckin' Aqua
[Verse : Aqua Coretta]
I've seen God put the noose on his neck
I've seen people putting blood on my hands
I've seen Mother Mary passed out from the meds
And I pray that I'll never see that shit again
Don't trip
I gotta stay cautious
Never let the record skip
You've always been abnoxious
I've been sailing the ship
No I never seen a bitch not flip
Side with me or side with him
It's only a matter of time
My mind racing
I need patience but I also need answers
The stance that I'm taking controversial
And I ain't tryna see me at my funeral
I just tryna let these pеople know
That man this shit is mystical like
Man this shit is critical
No phone allowеd in my mind
Devil cut off the lines I think
I said I'm sailing the ship but I know that I'll sink
Hope I sleep well
No eye bags in the afterlife
No more clouds in the sky, empty
No more lies I can see the envy
No more reasons to hide who I am
Or what I am
I think I'm just a guy
Tired to pretend that I'm more
Swollen hands make for a swollen soul
I can't fit all these thoughts they too long
I gotta take control, I gotta
I gotta take control
I gotta -
Uh
It's the motherfuckin' Aqua
[Verse : Aqua Coretta]
I've seen God put the noose on his neck
I've seen people putting blood on my hands
I've seen Mother Mary passed out from the meds
And I pray that I'll never see that shit again
Don't trip
I gotta stay cautious
Never let the record skip
You've always been abnoxious
I've been sailing the ship
No I never seen a bitch not flip
Side with me or side with him
It's only a matter of time
My mind racing
I need patience but I also need answers
The stance that I'm taking controversial
And I ain't tryna see me at my funeral
I just tryna let these pеople know
That man this shit is mystical like
Man this shit is critical
No phone allowеd in my mind
Devil cut off the lines I think
I said I'm sailing the ship but I know that I'll sink
Hope I sleep well
No eye bags in the afterlife
No more clouds in the sky, empty
No more lies I can see the envy
No more reasons to hide who I am
Or what I am
I think I'm just a guy
Tired to pretend that I'm more
Swollen hands make for a swollen soul
I can't fit all these thoughts they too long
I gotta take control, I gotta
I gotta take control
I gotta -
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