Lyrics:
I hop on the beat like woah
22 never in defeat like woah
I move like liquid
Stamina, Fitbit
Gemini mood switch up
I'm third eye blind to the nonsense
selfishness practice devilish hell lows and well wishing etiquettes in tandem
hook1:
age blinds the third eye learn from a child's undeterred mind undefined
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
near, and he's one step from his grave
A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked
He mighta been scopin
Them demons that be lurkin in
sluts or/and bitches
Shout out to the brothers that
Be up and ambitious
You just want the money on
Some rubber band bidness
That's why your third eye got
know what to do
I don't really know what to do
Are you alright?
Where's your third eye?
Open up your third eye
Wish away the damn lies
Blind away the bad
hundred dollar bills are like baller I-D
And I get under niggas skin
They should call me I-V
But if you try me nigga
I will be your caller I-D
And that
fucked up all out of my mind
Fuck do you mean bitch I have all the vod
Third eye be open and never be blind
Look in my eyes hope that soul will be
Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Knowledge is the key
Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Third eye number
the stars and wear the night sky
You strike blind my third eye
For once try and listen
Quit your pissin in my bonfire!
No-show, get it right with your booker
Fredrick Douglass
I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't
With skills to paint, with my third eye
You're tranked...
...from the dark side
Interlude:
[ VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ]
Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller
We hit down south, I would call her
She was lonely, strippin, had a job
near, and he's one step from his grave
A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked
He mighta been scopin
Them demons that be lurkin in
the tattoo by the waist
Let the MC search till I reach third base
And when I get home imma hit home plate
Wait would this be considered our first date
Yay this
get it by any means
I once saw a vision and now I'm seeing the signs
Signs from the hill slowly enter your mind
The hills have eyes
The rest live blind
is sick and everywhere like pollution
Third eye open let's reduce all the delusion
They wanna silence me, but I won't go down quietly
If I wash up in
shit into oblivion.
(Hook)
Third eye, show me where the psilocybin grows.
It's that Peanut Butta Jam with The Sax Man.
Night sky, where Lucy
eyes
Cataracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort
Come drown by your side
Ay, mi hija, no me llores
Porque te quito de esta cruz
Y anoche te vi
the world, mass confusion see it day by day
Try to lock me in a box lies deception is the game they play, yeah
Wake up third eye truth it live in me and you
my third eye open, I been seein' shit (Mm mm mm)
It's like they really want me out my element
By the time they wanna listen, I'm a skeleton (I'm dead)
me by surprise
Open yo eyes we all we got left
But you still don't see the signs
All these cards that I got dealt
No wonder I was blind
Conquering
Hate is the new love nigga don't be blind by it
Third eye open you can see that is right by you
Jealousy in the heart causing they soul to riot
Hate
dang-a-lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them
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