This is a song about "Mighty morphe"

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear

This is mighty triumph you can hear the celebrations from the choirs in church

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

Need the mighty duck's luck, or a knuckle puck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm most prone to taking mighty strides on instrumentals

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But it thinks high and mighty

Im feeling big and mighty

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