#sp3llcaster pt 2

[Verse]
Cast a spell, blow me like a dandelion
Tried to write a love note, I wasn't good at rhyming
Trance me with your eyes, I get a glance and then I'll write it
I could've made a better verse, but bitch I'm sick of trying
I'm sick of syllables and synonyms that I forget
Body numb when in your presence and I get possessed
Fuck the niggas that [?] stupid shit
But when it comes to money it's the face of my regrets
Skin and tattered, lined in plastic
Your lips still chattеr like mine don't matter
Say thеre's more in the sea but they're [?] scattered
And I just won't stop 'til I'm fried and dead