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Potions
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Potions was released on September 1, 2025 by Still a Pro as a part of the album PROCEED WITH CAUTION
ReleasedSeptember 1, 2025
LabelStill a Pro
LanguageEnglish
BPM70
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Sippin’ on lean, its kinda like potions
They say you a man, can’t so no emotion
Opps be beafin’, they be provokin’
Percocet, got me feelin’ like I’m floatin’
Followin’ Jesus, that’s where I’m going
This ain’t tragic, still ride in a foreign
Callin’ my phone, but I be ignorin’
Pull up to the show, it’s never borin’
Chill in the crib, tell the gang pull up
I’m with my shawty, took her out to Europe
Steady in the kitchen, always gone cook up
Get rich, lil boy, go get yo pay stub
I finna dunk the ball, ain’t scorin’ no layup
Ain’t descending, ‘cause the only way up
Move on to the next girl, ‘cause I’m a player
My dad a pastor, but still sendin’ prayers
They keep talkin’ they only sayers
President of my city, I feel like the mayor
Parade inside my city, hype wit’ the neighbors
I got a glock and the glock got a laser
They say, “MoBro, how you get this high?”
I put out merch, you know they gonna buy
Light ‘em up on the block, I ain’t give ‘em a by
Pop ‘em like a firework, Fourth of July
3.5 in the blunt, different galaxy
Yo girl on my phone, tryna talk to me
She ain’t the man, but she all on her knees
Take her to Japan, fly over the sea
Hope I don’t slip, pray I don’t fall
We make a basket, you know I can ball
Girls wantin’ digits, yuh I got ‘em all
Yeah, we stars, and we gon’ brawl
Cop me a beat, run it up and we done
“How you get this high,” 3.5 in the blunt
6 grams in it, boy I’m havin’ fun
I keep the chop’ on me, I make ‘em run
Creatin’ Chaos like I’m Ken
You know who I am now, not who I’ve been
I pray to Jesus, I don’t go sin
Underage at the club, they still let me in
(During calm part, dont start lyrics, start after)
Sippin’ on lean, its kinda like potions
They say you a man, can’t so no emotion
Opps be beafin’, they be provokin’
Percocet, got me feelin’ like I’m floatin’
Followin’ Jesus, that’s where I’m going
This ain’t tragic, still ride in a foreign
Callin’ my phone, but I be ignorin’
Pull up to the show, it’s never borin’
Chill in the crib, tell the gang pull up
I’m with my shawty, took her out to Europe
Steady in the kitchen, always gone cook up
Get rich, lil boy, go get yo pay stub
I finna dunk the ball, ain’t scorin’ no layup
Ain’t descending, ‘cause the only way up
Move on to the next girl, ‘cause I’m a player
My dad a pastor, but still sendin’ prayers
They keep talkin’ they only sayers
President of my city, I feel like the mayor
Parade inside my city, hype wit’ the neighbors
I got a glock and the glock got a laser
They say, “MoBro, how you get this high?”
I put out merch, you know they gonna buy
Light ‘em up on the block, I ain’t give ‘em a by
Pop ‘em like a firework, Fourth of July
3.5 in the blunt, different galaxy
Yo girl on my phone, tryna talk to me
She ain’t the man, but she all on her knees
Take her to Japan, fly over the sea
Hope I don’t slip, pray I don’t fall
We make a basket, you know I can ball
Girls wantin’ digits, yuh I got ‘em all
Yeah, we stars, and we gon’ brawl
Cop me a beat, run it up and we done
“How you get this high,” 3.5 in the blunt
6 grams in it, boy I’m havin’ fun
I keep the chop’ on me, I make ‘em run
Creatin’ Chaos like I’m Ken
You know who I am now, not who I’ve been
I pray to Jesus, I don’t go sin
Underage at the club, they still let me in
Written by: Moses Andro Bronzan

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