Close Your Eyes (Radio Edit) ft. Jonny Fontaine & Devious Diaz Lyrics

They tell me it's okay

Behind these jealous smile's

The energy they cultivating

Makes me wonder how

It's been a while

See the wicked shit is different now

I feel it now

That shit was heavy on my spirit now

I've got to get it

I am not trying to waste an hour

Not a second not a minute

So I'm in it till it's finished

Military minded till these charge's get acquitted

So I'm moving like a nigga

Never had a pot to piss in

Loving from a distance

Trusting in my instincts

Serenade your shorty

While she's rubbing on my dick print's

Honoring my blood

Elevating on my king shit

Sleep wide awake

Thanking Pedro for the visits

He's telling me I'm gifted

But my energy has shifted

I'm lifted Henny White got my mind twisted

Thinking bout these moments in time

And how I miss him

As the evils overtake me and my wisdom

I close my eyes

Ayo this

Bottomless pit of a stomach

Needs it's nourishment

I'm hungry and the hungers grown

The thunderous rumblings

Been drowning out the noise

The sound reverberating and pounding

And the gurglings, uncomfortable

Blood curdling

Certainly working the nerves

While birthing a purpose

To surface and earth any jerk bitch

That thinks mixing his words

Against me is worth it

Nouns Verbs flipped, ripped

Verse after verse burn

A wordsmith cursed with the gift of word

That's uplifting

Human brain spraying

Through the air fragmented

After blasting out the back of a cranium

Mixed with shards

Of last thoughts, eyeballs and dientes

Beautifully

Painting the skies

Shooting to the stars

Before your cowardly embracing

God

To the sky praying the pain stop

Making coward's shake

Michael J Fox

Cook crack wifey bitching about the stained pots

Hood rich Rent A Center what I don't got

They lukewarm these Puerto Ricans remain Hot

If there is a drought in the streets we're the cocaine drop

From Lanc to Dubai

Thinking we some new guys

Like AIDS infected pussy

Fuck with us player you die

You too fly

On that gutter shit

Kidnap your mother shit

Click Clack your brother for butter

Unload another clip

Did I stutter bitch I will cut a prick

Till puddles drip

From the era of black hoodies, tims and muzzled pits

And you've been puzzled since

Realizing your demise

Was on our bucket list

Life's a succubus

She'll cut your kinfolk

Leave them all with slit throats

Ribs broke

Both their rear limbs poked with pitchforks