This is a song about "Enchanted attic"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

'cause the way my rhymes enchanted,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

I guarantee our change whatever we go through