New York mystic pretty lyrics
by Dean Blunt
[Verse 1]
Give me a room full of glasses
Look over like it's in
I got some magic in my hand
If you want it, you taste it
I'm begging you to taste it
I'm begging you to taste it
[Verse 2]
Don't you get sensitive on me
Looker, I'm holding out
I've got some magic in my hand
If you want it, you taste it
I'm begging you to taste it
[Outro]
I don't know if it's for real
I'm a liar, it gets so cautious
I really want your heart for real
I'm a liar and I leave for nothing