Lyrics:
love for the streets
Just means there's opportunities my eyes missing
And because of that I'm living in the tunnels vision
I refuse to settle for less
OF THE TUNNEL
I SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
I’ve been nowhere spinning on repeat
But I’m catching
A second wind under my wings
Just scratching
While I'm squeezing on your butt
Wind your hips if you sexy like dat
Let me see you
Work it like a model if you bad
Wind your hips if you sexy like dat
through the sunday speeches
Delivered out in thin air
Rain rusts the creaking masses
Wind blows the temples down
Blood fills the exit tunnels
Streaking out
That I didn't even like
Tunnel vision to the bullshit
That gets thrown at me in life, yeah
Tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Tunnel vision
Tunnel
live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight
Also we can have a good time, yeah
I'm in here busy looking for the next top model
Who's wearing
Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)
All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)
Like the wind
in
Through the tunnel on the other side.
There's a tiny little village that I want you to see
And the old old mill turns around and around. Wind Mill,
rich
They ask around they wanna know who's my role model
Like Where'd I get the motivation to go full throttle
Yeah pac was right the motivation in
sensual size
And her thick sexy thighs
Tell her wind all night
The girl ah wind all night
Well the girl is looking sexy
And the girl is looking fine
Well ah
natürlich stets klar zum starten
Da die gottverdammten Models nur koksen und Champagner saufen
Und zankend Haze im blitzblanken Hangar rauchen
Gilt es, die
on the brakes and slow throttles
Wind up in pole position - call 'em roll models
Tunnel vision is the norm for a cyclops
Or, if you're into boards and buying
She swaying her hips smacking her lips
Pancake and sausage aroma in the wind
Tunnel vision setting in damn near five a.m
A grand rising what you call
around (running around)
Still let the wind kinda blow me around
Well, I dropped a note in a bottle
To a long-legged model
And I traded it in for
They ain't bout what they talkin bout
I really grew up in the struggle ima thug it out
I had to really pay attention
And lately I been havin tunnel
Sink down in the tunnel
Wind blasts in the tunnel
Deep down in the tunnel
No lights in the tunnel
Stay down in the tunnel
Sunlight's left
Not a single fuck was givin this day
Man that's my motto
No role models to follow
Ain't got no mama to coddle
So I cuddle with bottles
I'm tongue
True I don't see no one else but you
Tunnel vision got my eyes for you
Shawty bad she match her attitude
She a model when she running my way aye
So
I don't know who I am anymore,
But that's alright
'cause there's a light
at the end of the tunnel, they say
I ain't seen it but I'll wait
Thinking
be a model, model, model, model, with a face like that and a ass
Bitch you could be a model, model, model, model, girl I can’t lie
Bitch you could be
think she a model
I go to her crib and she talking bout cuddles
Fuck a cuddle I'm tryna go dummy
She take off her clothes now I'm all in her tunnels
Seems
natürlich stets klar zum starten
Da die gottverdammten Models nur koksen und Champagner saufen
Und zankend Haze im blitzblanken Hangar rauchen
Gilt es, die
I'm sorry I've been out of touch
You said I be out of town too much
Flying in the wind, I'm Gatsby (uh)
I'm probably faded when you see me
tunnel vision
Money in the ground
Money in the city
Coming dollar signs
All a n*gga's vision
Seeing 20 50 big old blue millions
Yeah I got it on me
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