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no Ray Charles

Why you tryna save me, baby, I’m gone
Why you tryna test me, baby, I’m gone
Why you tryna stress me, baby, I’m gone
Should’ve known how

that bitch, you know they gone hate on me
I feel like Ray Charles in that bitch, I'm still catching all that pack
Yeah they hating on a nigga, I ain't

Versace shades block sun ray Charles vision it’s a ribbon in the sky hard to see the Vision what’s a conversation if no one can care to listen I touch

I see
And we been in the city like nightly
Smoking loud by the pound till our eyes bleed
Sing it
I'm feeling so damn gone, baby
I'm feeling so damn

Got me sounding like Ray Charles
She said that I can't see shit
Got the Styrofoam cup in my hand
I ain't even double the shit
I just hit the push

hear a peep Ray Charles the bullshit I can't see a thing
Stephen Hawking the pain I can't feel a thing When it comes to money I'm a real fucking fiend

known you was a hoe
Like Ray Charles, I didn't peep
Whole time you was playing me
It's cool, we ain't gotta speak
I'll forget about her when I hit

Hard to find
So hard to find
I've searched the world
Explored all kinds
Let's spend some time
Wine and dine
I feel like Ray Charles
Cuz love is blind
I

pennywise

Since I was a jit, I was runnin' through it anytime
Bird brain bitches, let these niggas kick em many lies
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, ain't never

never played Ray Charles in your life
Till they made that movie, now you place him with Christ
Mention Martin Luther King like you're changing your life

perfume, I think I need a hug
I'm Ray Charles to these bitches, all I see is us

Let me hit it from the front so you can see me bust
You my lil' at-home

I hate y'all
I wish I never seen my momma cry like Ray Charles
I'ma find a way, like, fuck the haters, keep on doin' your thing
I keep my gun, they

niggas hatin' on my dick, wanna see me on the news
But Ray Charles to the bullshit, just keep on makin' all my blues
I hear your heart say
I hear your

feet
Got some ray Charles collection, from a fancy magazine
I'll dance with you the slowest blues you've ever heard
So slow that you will fall asleep,

mislead
Goddamn, fourteen was a weird year
Ray Charles to the bullshit, somehow I still steer clear
We could thrive in hell baby, show no fear here
678,

you ain't no Ray Charles
Walkin' on the white line, yeah, can you stand tall
Can you stand tall? Wait a minute, can you ball

Like Stephen Curry, nigga,

it ain't no timeouts
Turn yo face card to Ray Charles niggas blind now
Just a memory I'm locked in these nigga locked out
Trapped inside the belly

up, it hurt my eyes to see
And the shit that I seen almost blinded me

I feel like Ray Charles, my eyes closed and I spot a bad bitch
Went three for

address, wrong identity
Could put a hole in your ceiling, Kennedy Chimney
Don't push me, cause I've had it up to here with all the nonsense
2K21, Charles

(Looking ass)
Bitch I'm barking
Queen Sadies
(Queen Sadies)
Ray Charles to you Hoes I can't see you
(See ya)
Master Bank Account, then caught Amnesia

ain't about the money, Ray Charles, I don't see it
I seen me a hit before I crash on the meet
Stutter, sip in this drink, shit bad for my kidney

I ain't

feel like imma big dawg
Really Pimpin hos, hope the feds don't investigate what the fuck I been on
My shooters inna back they Ray Charles but ah shoot

you, go head! No Ray Charles
(Hit the bang bang)
(Hit the bang bang)
HIT THE BANG BANG

notes/
I got my locs on whenever I ride through/
Mom im ya son but my light makes me cry too/
Ray charles swag the way my aura blinds you/
Naw they cant