Sorry Bonita Joey Bada$$ (Ft. Pro Era)

[Produced by Oddisee]

[Intro]
You on that third eye shit, Huh?

[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis]
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

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
‘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