EYES OF TRUTH Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Hey fool, you got $400 on that motherfucking check, huh
Nah, you got me fucked up
For real, you got me fucked up
Shit, for real
Look, I gotta cold mine
I gotta coat the state of the scene
I wanna stay right
Three, six, five hundred days under the sun
But y'all motherfuckers got me stressing over none
I got a feeling right
That I can tell those who feel alive like I never feel
Superman fly in the sky like am I living a lie
But we might never feel the fucking thrills of a life cause we hold on
To the ones that we love, to overthink what we choose
Can we live in those shoes or the phones beside our skins
Love is a tie that holds the truth to our lives and God decides
God damn disgusted by my face
Everybody feels love when you want to feel emotions
Creeping up inside when we filling up the potions
You never feel once when you're living for your lonesomes
Shot in the sky, I don't wanna feel lonely
Why do all these broken pieces wanna fall when they've been stuck with my pride
And I wrote in my hell, I got lost in my mind forever in cell
Sorry mama, I ain't never feel love inside my head
There's a time that I fill up the stress, I never care
Only find it feels I write under stress
Because everything I want, I want, I want it rest
Never seen, never lived, of a sin
Overseas, over Mali's, over Benz
Wanna press but never say bless
Cause I'm on my mind and sitting in the back, look
Yeah, bitches wanna get hit
Over the sea, over Sunday
That bitch is the one that I'm up on, Allah
Allah said
Allah
Always feel so I gotta keep the stress
Over feel so I gotta keep the stress
Always feel so I gotta keep the stress
On the stretcher, I live it like a pester
Yeah
Overseas and I gotta live a mess
Over beers and I gotta keep the stress on ice
Yeah
So what we doing with our life, guess
This is another fucking rhyme that you write, chess
So I'ma fill it up, I tie it with a cry test
And I was squeezing on my mind, said I never free to love in your motherfucking hands up
I'm a motherfucking kid, if I never feel the stress
If I never feel the love, I'ma feel it like a breath
Yeah
Woah
Why do you wine about love and never rap
And everybody wanna get side of your mind
But I never feel with nobody else because I cried
And overseas last night, I never fuck with nobody because my friend died
And everybody wanting stress, I never come by
So everybody wanna feel, but never feel sorry
So I'ma fill you like I'm filling up
I'm filling up the stress in the mind because I'm writing all this shit
Before the tainted motherfuckers wanna get in my cell
This a cold motherfucker story, writing it hell
I'm writing all this shit
Now believe the motherfuckers wanna get in my cell
Yeah
I'm writing all this shit