Lucy Testo

Lucy in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
Santana in my blood
I don't think i had enough
Kaleidoscope vision
I feel like John Lennon
Take me back to 1960
Man, i'm feelin' so trippy

Lucy in the sky Diamonds in my eyes
Santana in my blood
I don't think i had enough
Kaleidoscope vision
I feel like John Lennon
Take me back to 1960
Man, i'm feelin' so trippy

I know she lookin' for me
In that foreign going dummy
I am not a superstar
I got some junk food in my tummy
But she is on top of me
I won the lottery
Gimme a blotter please, i need some company
Gimme an hour for all of this sour
To get to my brain and take me away, to
Another dimension, ask no more? questions, read my expression
Fantasy, that's on my sweater
Better than ever, I flex on you haters [?]
[?] that's you and I
Hate me or love me, I don't feel sorry
Sorry she loves me, do not disturb me
Is my name Joe? 'Cause she givin' the Sloppy
Escargot, [?]
My beats are my babble, my sound is the sin
My music the wave, i hope you can swim
Don't wanna get lit, [?]
LSD in my spit, well i [diss or piss?] on your bitch
I flex on your momma [?]
Fly to the Bahamas and fuck on your grandma
They comin' to Cali, they come to my city
But you know my crew say you not fuckin' with me
I feel like Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy
Feel like Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy
Rickie Ricardo, i'm coolin' with Lucy

Lucy in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
Santana in my blood
I don't think i had enough
Kaleidoscope vision
I feel like John Lennon
Take me back to 1960
Man, i'm feelin' so trippy

Lucy in the sky
Diamonds in my eyes
Santana in my blood
I don't think i had enough
Kaleidoscope vision
I feel like John Lennon
Take me back to 1960
Man, i'm feelin' so trippy
[Verse 2: J-Kwe$t]
Okay now, Lucy Lucy
We can roll a doobie
You my favorite type of groupie
‘Cause you fucked up my hair like you knew me
Man, I swear she make me loopie
Specially, when she wear that two-piece, damn
I just be trippin’ and going insane
Me and these demons inside of my brain
Not in my gang, not in my gang
Plottin' on how we gon' shit on the game
Fuck all these lames, I don’t give a pity
They music is shitty, they never gon' get me
I feel like I’m Whitney the way that I’m cracking
I’m busted and relaxed and on top of a mattress, yuh
Tell them don’t play, don’t play
Imma find a piece and start that way
Now with the [?], can’t go to [sleekers?] she making me work
Making me question my own fucking words
Mama I’m sorry I’m not from this Earth
You can try [?] me I’m already hurt
Bitches I’m standing but get off my nerves
I just swerve out the way, blowing [?] to your face
You get marked on this day If your words do not play
Hey, that it bitch get the fuck out of my dick
Ain’t nobody fucking with the fantasy clip
I ain’t got shit but some wrapes in the dick
I’m sad and I’m lit
Sucked [?] in the back of a whip
I’m back on this bitch
He make a hiss so I'mma laugh till I’m rich like uh
Tell them white hoes I'mma beaner
Imma get a [?]
And I hope she’s not a screamer
I be rolling in the bimmer
Be chilling with different hoes
Lucy you know I’m a keeper
I be fucked up [?] of my mind
Fuck do you mean, bitch I have all the vibe
[?]
Look in my eyes [?]
[?]
I’m taking over and no one’s stopping me
[?]
Lot of you, fuck it, just copying me