Missta

Missta

She walk in with that quiet fire,

Heart soft but her mind? Designer.

She speak her truth, no filter in the way,

Open mind, open soul — she got things to say.

From late-night thoughts to the secrets she keep,

She trust me with the parts she don’t show in the street.You care deep but you hide it in jokes,

(Hook)

Missta…

She got that magic in her tone,

Strong even when she feelin’ alone.

Creative mind that never sleeps,

A heavy soul but her spirit runs deep.

Yeah… that’s Missta.

(Verse 2)

She tell me her fears with a laugh on top,

But I hear the meaning every time she stop.

Trauma in the past but she walk like steel,

Still soft enough to show me what’s real.

Got drive like she racing time,

Stacking visions line by line.

She’s chaos and calm in the same breath,

A hurricane wrapped in a velvet dress.

(Hook)

Missta…

She got that magic in her tone,

Strong even when she feelin’ alone.

Creative mind that never sleeps,

A heavy soul but her spirit runs deep.

Yeah… that’s Missta.

(Bridge)

She let me see the unedited version,

The parts that shake, the parts still learnin’.

And that comfort she feel when she sit by me

Is louder than words she’ll never say free.

(Outro)

Missta…

A walking masterpiece,

A story I read in between her peace.

Not mine, not owned — but still a vibe,

A soul that hit different when she’s by my side.