Eyes Closed

And I still sight see I really counted racks while riding a plane out to go see Dreezy Out there in Cali Me and Lee was buddies Now I walk past, and foo act like he don't even know me But that's how it's supposed to be when you moving lonely If I had time for every time a nigga had to go and take it i'd be elated If you Bama and Ian top ten, he never heard or he just hating And If you know that we both kin, don't you dare cross me for no paper That shit ain't worth no loyalty if we both know what's left to settle I get high just like a propeller, I ride on every instrumental She like my sound the way I fiddle Want me to vibe, but Ian feeling her I watch my money add a decimal And even with 3 blindfolds Life taught me how to spot a fuck nigga out even with my eyes closed It's time to move on I've been doing wrong for like too long And i'm from Alabama where the white boys wearing Tulones Don't answer my damn phone, bitch niggas get sent the dial tone And Ian gone changing none Ima make 'em feel for all of the times I had held on When I should've shlimed em Yeen supported since my first song, say it don't mean none Just cause we making music don't mean like Ima change or some Like Hndrxx said we 'posed to stick together like we from group home How we not solid but was family when we got diplomas And Ian talked to you in years so it's a low key reason Guess that's happens when you grow up and they see potential I know that people change, but I just hope it wasn't this season And It's the summer time and she says that she wants me for Christmas And ima get to you on time just add me to your wishlist And I know your love is acidic, for you I still would risk it And yea I only smoke exotic, don't you dare pass no midget I know 2 wrongs don't make a right, but still I wanna feel it (Mmm, Mmm) Last night I got fucked up, got hangover off Crown and Henny Don't come around if yeen gone step, remove yo bitch ah quickly And that's as sure as I made this damn song, my money been long I'm a different nigga, can't get on track with me Don't vibe with yo songs She say she like the way I dress up, I don't even dress up I throw on white tee with my joggers, say she wanna eat me up Done spent like 8 bands on my gas this year, I been stop smoking blunts You mad ya bitch low-key a fan, when you in car skip my songs And it only cause you rap as well but she can't name not one song Or even say one lyric, but that ain't none my business If I had time for every time a nigga had to go and take it i'd be elated If you Bama and Ian top ten, he never heard or he just hating And If you know that we both kin, don't you dare cross me for no paper That shit ain't worth no loyalty if we both know what's left to settle I get high just like a propeller, I ride on every instrumental She like my sound the way I fiddle Want me to vibe, but Ian feeling her I watch my money add a decimal And even with 3 blindfolds Life taught me how to spot a fuck nigga out even with my eyes closed