Blind ft. Fashawn & ML3 Lyrics

The caged bird singing

Cause the shit that

Ain't worth thinking

Getting more plays

Than what he put out, meaning

He's gon' go harder

Going out swinging

See him dreaming of that

Worldwide praise

And dare I say

He's gonna get a grip on that

Squeeze it in his palms one day

Ring the alarm

Don't stay calm

Cause he gon Funk Flex the record

With explosions

Like Black Tom

Olajuwon ballin is The Dream

Let it be known

I gotta see this journey

And the outcome

Can't let the vision be

Pigeonheld

I wanna spread my wings

And be propelled

I stopped looking up to you

And started looking up to me

My own hero

Trying not to stay too cozy cause

If I do, I'll end up with

A pocket full of posies

You can't post about me

Without fire emojis

Stacking stacking mo cheese

Then spend a bit the homies

she let me get in between

Like your teeth with cilantro

Trying get my pockets on pudgy

Like Chancho

Had a crew

But out the blue

They were all gonzo

But I know my dreams are not

A farcry

On the chase for chicken

Sticking to that Popeyes

My eyes real low

I've been blazing on that bonsai

I keep it true, man

Going from a crowd blender

To the Brown Truman

Trying keep my cool

While they see me as

Less of a human

Don't know where my head is

On the search

No, I can't find it

Am I blind to what I want

I don't mind it

Might be better than this here

Damn, I gotta find out

I gotta find out

Uh

Don't know where my head is

On the search

No, I can't find it

Am I blind to what I want

I don't mind it

Might be better than this here

Damn, I gotta find out

I gotta find out

Uh

All mi vida

I've been leaning

Towards the speakers

And the tweakers

Just a dreamer

In a pair of dirty sneakers

Wanted a woman like Lupita

Or a diva I can creep with

Wondering if I bite the apple

Would I get escorted out of Eden?

Never thought

It was in my jeans

Never thought I was a genius

Had no reason to think

I would sell out clubs

I used to sneak in

I was humble and the meek is

Holding the mic

Like it was a secret

Was a student for the teaching

I got heights

I planned on reaching

All I got to do is show up

I'll probably blow up

I wish I was Irish

Cause I ain't had no luck

Yet I'm still focused

Underground, so what?

One day I'll get the opportunity

To share this opus

They tell me fame's

Like a flame

Once you get the name

It burns, dang

Been crying out

But they ain't concerned

Haters wanna clip you

Send you on you way to your urn

Just because of all the paper you earn

Fuck all that

I've seen enough

The Industry's rough

Sometimes I think

I'm in it too deep

I'm in it too much

Pray for me

Whiles these devils

Try to prey on me

Isolated by the globe

So I stay lonely

Compensated for the flow

You gotta pay homie

Been in this shit, dub

Youngins gotta say OG

Imagine me packing out an arena

Instead I'm back on the block

Strapped with a nina

It's Big F

Don't know where my head is

On the search

No, I can't find it

Am I blind to what I want

I don't mind it

Might be better than this here

Damn, I gotta find out

I gotta find out

Uh

Don't know where my head is

On the search

No, I can't find it

Am I blind to what I want

I don't mind it

Might be better than this here

Damn, I gotta find out

I gotta find out

Uh