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(Intro)
Ayy yo, listen—manifestation is real, I swear to God.
I spoke it, and the universe built her like a Michelangelo bust with an ass that defies Newton’s laws.
Now she’s somewhere in Italy, makin’ gelato nervous.
And me? I’m still in Cali… tryna teleport through sheer willpower.
Let’s get it.
(Verse 1)
She got that Sistine sway, Renaissance thighs,
Make a bishop break vows just to look in her eyes.
Walk past the Colosseum, even lions turn heads,
She a work of fine art, I’m just tryna get fed.
Pasta plate steaming while she pour me the wine,
She whisper “Ti amo,” but her hands say “It’s time.”
Baby, I’m a prophet, I saw you in my dreams,
Now you got me stressin’ flights, sellin’ organs for the means.
Sundress lethal, move like a deity,
Damn, she got physics professors feelin’ uneasy.
Manifested in my sleep, now I’m wide awake,
Lookin’ at Expedia like, “What organs fetch the best rate?”
(Hook)
🔥 She burn bright like a Roman candle,
Waist like a violin, ass like a scandal.
I said her name once, now the universe shook,
Now I’m out here Googling ‘cheap flights to look.’
(Verse 2)
She got the kinda body that could end a war,
If Helen had a face, Iris got way more.
I bet the Leaning Tower tried to stand up straight,
But that ass too strong, now it tilts at a new rate.
She text me “Fly out,” I text back “Say less,”
Checked my bank, saw the balance, and just said “God bless.”
Listen baby, I’ma make it happen one way,
Might fake my own death and just float there like Hemingway.
She cookin’ in the kitchen, top open like a Lambo,
Hit me on FaceTime, I dropped my damn bando.
She the type to sip wine in the bath,
I’m the type to eat steak with my hands like a caveman on draft.
(Hook)
🔥 She burn bright like a Roman candle,
Waist like a violin, ass like a scandal.
I said her name once, now the universe shook,
Now I’m out here Googling ‘cheap flights to look.’
(Bridge)
WiFi weak but her signal stay crisp,
Said “I wanna fly you out”—baby, send me the assist.
She said, “Manifest harder,” I said, “Girl, I’m tryna.”
She laughed, texted “Manifest these nuts”—I’m dyin’.
(Verse 3)
Rome wasn’t built in a day, but this love? It was.
I wrote her name in my pasta, ate it just because.
If the universe be listenin’, let me book this flight,
Or at least let me teleport if my chakras align right.
She an angel dipped in gold, and I’m just a broke sage,
Tryna turn this broke boy hustle into first-class waves.
I don’t chase women, but baby, I swear—
I’d run barefoot through the Vatican just to sniff your hair.
(Outro)
Plane ticket booked, now the prophecy’s in motion,
Land in Rome, hit the curb, she already slow-motion.
Manifestation complete, her hand in my hand,
Then she turned around once, and I forgot who I am.
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
A lush jazz-funk boom bap beat with dusty vinyl crackle, deep bass, Morricone guitars, crisp drums, and smooth sax licks
Credits
Prompt byVirtualArt209
ModelAria v4
