[Intro]
It might've been my fault, hands up if you're me
Hands up to the cult, keep my knuckles clean
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me

[Chorus]
It might've been my fault, hands up if you're me
Hands up to the cult, keep my knuckles clean
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me

[Verse]
I think she from Bangladesh she should serve you tea
I'm making sure the magnet goes over the fiend
Baby please no tantrum the stress is very deep
The burning heat, same what makes like me and team
Put my foot in your self-esteem oh my god it's LAN to the CEY
I put my dreams in matching tee's I went to sleep and matched the sheets
Riding was dry sleep was needed. hard to lie when you're talking to me
400 degrees in the place to make heat I'm what you get when you order the chief
I had a swatch just got here, I eat, sleep and shop it
I'm dry of telling I'm not here, I'm knee deep not here
I kneed him twice
My n***a was scamming it was my fault
I used to have shades in my school bag, made him hide squares in the bible, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
It might've been my fault, hands up if you're me
Hands up to the cult, keep my knuckles clean
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me
I can feel the magnet taking hold of me
That's a lot of clarity