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Alchemy Video (MV)




Performed By: Ian Turner
Length: 4:02
Written by: Ian Turner




Ian Turner - Alchemy Lyrics




I'm trading frustration and depression for the blessings
All I had to do was ask the Lord and then accept it
Mixing potions and going through motions in my section
Turn signs let her know, hope she don't get the wrong impression

Damn, aye, yea, damn
Bitch hit my phone like I know her or sumn' (Yeet, yeet)
This my car, its not a stolen one (Wheels, keys!)
Aye, but the cops still look like I owe em' sumn' (No not me)
Yea, I want the racks, I ain't wanna owe em' none (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now I'm counting cash but I don't show em' none (No you can't see)
I'm putting in work but shit its never done (I'm coming clean)

Aye, yea
I could be your doctor but you gotta wait (Just be patient)
She say beam me up, I hit her with the ray (Just like a alien)
I want all my diamonds talking back like Mirror Lake (The beat is Australian)
Need some open space just to create the wave (See woods and I'm facing em')
I feel empty (E, yea)
Squidwards all around act fishy cause of envy (Caught up in greed, yea)
All these cups around me, I can't get lost at sea (Whoa, tsunami)
All these plugs around me, I don't need that much weed (Alchemy!)
Now I can see past all of my problems (Proud of me)
All these songs to listen to, I can't sing all of em' (No, not at all)
Distracted by the weekend turn up more than often (Ooh, na-na na-na)
Way too high over all sound, I feel like Top Gun
Let me be frank, I got torpedoes in the ocean (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo bee)
Seen that caboose, added it to my locomotive (Choo-train)
Talkin' stainless steel, mass appeal, superman is real
Fly straight to FL Keys when I move (True!)
Don't need no logic when I'm in the stu
I been the champ and I ain't scared to lose (Not to you)
Used to take pictures of the water meter for Ms. Lisa (Click, flash)
Used to tutor math to her daughter Dorothea (Studying math)
I'm still at my momma crib and she just got me pizza (Facts, yea)
Dab while relaxed but I still might roll my weed up, yea
Roll up that dope, antidote helping me shit I don't know
Take me somewhere I've never been before
Places plus faces, she say let's explore maybe Singapore
Yall done left the f*ckin' gate open
I'mma speed through, I ain't coasting
Ain't nothing new under the sun, just keep the world lit 'till it come undone
Only child, but I look after my brothers (Gang!)
Tropic Thunder how I dodge and run to cover (Range!)
Need all my ducks in a row (Doo-doo-doo, rain)
Cause' I can't waste no type of ammo
Runnin' blitz on this music, only option is to kill it
Damn, aye no murder mystery, I ain't tell nobody but your girl told me

Damn, bitch hit my phone like I know her or sumn' (Yeet, yeet)
This my car, its not a stolen one (Wheels, keys!)
Aye but the cops still look like I owe em' sumn' (No not me)
Yeah, I want the racks, I ain't wanna owe em' none (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now I'm counting cash but I don't show em' none (No you can't see)
I'm putting in work but shit its never done (I'm coming clean)
This bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
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I'm trading frustration and depression for the blessings
All I had to do was ask the Lord and then accept it
Mixing potions and going through motions in my section
Turn signs let her know, hope she don't get the wrong impression

Damn, aye, yea, damn
Bitch hit my phone like I know her or sumn' (Yeet, yeet)
This my car, its not a stolen one (Wheels, keys!)
Aye, but the cops still look like I owe em' sumn' (No not me)
Yea, I want the racks, I ain't wanna owe em' none (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now I'm counting cash but I don't show em' none (No you can't see)
I'm putting in work but shit its never done (I'm coming clean)

Aye, yea
I could be your doctor but you gotta wait (Just be patient)
She say beam me up, I hit her with the ray (Just like a alien)
I want all my diamonds talking back like Mirror Lake (The beat is Australian)
Need some open space just to create the wave (See woods and I'm facing em')
I feel empty (E, yea)
Squidwards all around act fishy cause of envy (Caught up in greed, yea)
All these cups around me, I can't get lost at sea (Whoa, tsunami)
All these plugs around me, I don't need that much weed (Alchemy!)
Now I can see past all of my problems (Proud of me)
All these songs to listen to, I can't sing all of em' (No, not at all)
Distracted by the weekend turn up more than often (Ooh, na-na na-na)
Way too high over all sound, I feel like Top Gun
Let me be frank, I got torpedoes in the ocean (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo bee)
Seen that caboose, added it to my locomotive (Choo-train)
Talkin' stainless steel, mass appeal, superman is real
Fly straight to FL Keys when I move (True!)
Don't need no logic when I'm in the stu
I been the champ and I ain't scared to lose (Not to you)
Used to take pictures of the water meter for Ms. Lisa (Click, flash)
Used to tutor math to her daughter Dorothea (Studying math)
I'm still at my momma crib and she just got me pizza (Facts, yea)
Dab while relaxed but I still might roll my weed up, yea
Roll up that dope, antidote helping me shit I don't know
Take me somewhere I've never been before
Places plus faces, she say let's explore maybe Singapore
Yall done left the f*ckin' gate open
I'mma speed through, I ain't coasting
Ain't nothing new under the sun, just keep the world lit 'till it come undone
Only child, but I look after my brothers (Gang!)
Tropic Thunder how I dodge and run to cover (Range!)
Need all my ducks in a row (Doo-doo-doo, rain)
Cause' I can't waste no type of ammo
Runnin' blitz on this music, only option is to kill it
Damn, aye no murder mystery, I ain't tell nobody but your girl told me

Damn, bitch hit my phone like I know her or sumn' (Yeet, yeet)
This my car, its not a stolen one (Wheels, keys!)
Aye but the cops still look like I owe em' sumn' (No not me)
Yeah, I want the racks, I ain't wanna owe em' none (Eat all my greens, yea)
Now I'm counting cash but I don't show em' none (No you can't see)
I'm putting in work but shit its never done (I'm coming clean)
This bitch she on me, I'm the chosen one
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