Can't Catch My Eyes (Too Busy Rolling) Lyrics

Lowkey feel like yeezy

Man this would be a beautiful death

Dark fantasy easy though I call to collect

That's from the reaper POV

Know he coming correct

Keep 100 for the stunners do them cold as my neck

Keeping a buck for a homie

Off 50 for the bro

Four hundred on a chain

Two-fifty Uniqlo

Got an image to maintain

Couple lies to uphold

If I really really died would you really really fold

Wanna really really know

What's your time on

Keep it distanced

Far enough to switch the time zone

On my pipping

Shooting shit up through my mind (yo)

I don't know

Kinda fucking hard to find the time though

Would I really go through with it

Just to quit the shit I'm going through

Zero and two minute left

Fuck I'm even supposed to do

Solo with it

Who the fuck I even got still

Only find the time to forget my ass like I'm off for real (yeah)

Like I'm off for real yeah (aye, aye)

Like I'm off for real (aye, aye)

Disconnect a homie no house-phone shawty

Call me on and off the shit

I be forgetting that you want me

Been forgetting that I'm in it

Been forgetting that I'm not

Been forgetting bout the times that I was tryna get u off

Colder than the motherfuckin south pole shawty

Call me on and off the shit

I be forgetting that you want me

Been forgetting that I'm in it

Been forgetting that I'm not

Been forgetting bout the times that I was tryna get u off

Sometimes I be forgetting

Motherfuckers be forgetting me

Lemme see another one and doner on my entropy

Lemme hear it 1 to 1 I'm tryna feel the brevity

Keep it on your life

It's been on mine and my shit meant to be

Promise granny she would see the Grammy

Or the Oscars

Shit at least the Oscar de la rent

Like fuck the cost (uh)

Tryna come out here

Bitch no Pierre I keep the sauce (uh)

Really coming at it all alone I'm feeling lost (um)

Play me for the shit I'm in but your rocking Lacoste

Pulling off the rack I thought I saw your ass at Ross bruh

On and off the shit I'm double x'd like it was Kaws (uh)

Reese's Puffs Poster Boy

Milk Carton Mobster

(Aye, aye, aye)

Hoe you ain't the poster boy

Take you off the roster

Reese's Puffs Poster Boy

Milk Carton Mobster

Disconnect a homie no house-phone shawty

Call me on and off the shit

I be forgetting that you want me

Been forgetting that I'm in it

Been forgetting that I'm not

Been forgetting bout the times

That I was tryna get you

Colder than the motherfucking south

Colder than the motherfucking south pole

Keep it on the low

Hitting off the hydro

Give a fuck, nah hoe I really don't

Keep it on the low

Hitting off the hydro

Give a fuck nah hoe I really don't

Keep it on the low

Hitting off the hydro

Give a fuck nah hoe I really don't

Keep it on the low

Hitting off the hydro