Lyrics:
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
Just a little boy with a little bit of trauma
Just a boy in the world raised by a smartphone
I can see it in my mind with my eyes closed
Ergo,
of overwhelming senses
If the strobes get too strong
Focus on the rhythm to lead my attention
Eyes closed, let the sounds guide my mental
Don't wanna get lost in
Breathe
Out
I don't really wanna see,
I got my eyes closed 3rd open
(as it ticks by, as it ticks by!)
It's like I could be every part of myself round
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
on the downlow
(x3)
I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
three
But then I close my eyes
What did I fantasize?
Went by the name Velat
No way it could be that
But then I closed my eyes
What did I fantasize
She
be?
I count to three with my eyes closed
It's only how we make it work
It's only how we make it work
We make the best of it, now
Oh oh
Aren't
Closed eyes
Not a soul will be surprised
Brain dead on my head
Got led in my weapon
The crows come to feast
While the fake still pretending
It's still
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
lowered him
By the beam of three work lights
Easy, take it easy
Set him down real slow
He'd been on some rougher trips
by my side
Closed my eyes till I saw the light
(chorus)
I can hear myself laughing and crying
When dancing is all about to end
When believing is
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed
and in ya chest
the kings lap.
Heard by her cruel words
Dhruva looked at his father with tearful eyes
But the king did not say a word for fear of earning displeasure
you claim shooters you was not banging
Bitch you had your eyes closed you was not aiming
He jumped in the warzone and he got lasered
Slowed down in
pesos
Locura rich
(What) making quesos
Computer click
Lemme calculate hoes
1,2,3
Playing in my face fo?
Hands talk first
Tagging bitches by the toe
Don't
Wake up at three
Bake the bread
Have a cup of coffee
Have a cigarette
As the trucks go by
Over the bridge
I remember her singing
When we were kids
happiness with wounds in the gaps
Swallowed by the vortex of acid I hope that this shit last
But then again I walked in this bitch with my eyes closed
Praying
three components
Mind body Sol it realign when Eye smoke it
Might wanna take ya time wit dis truth, avoid totin
Not tryna take me serious they thought
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
of Horror, Seymour after Seymour
N*gga
Remember the first time I sold seashells by the seashore
Now me and Los buying property, DC after B-more
And this my
could fill it three times
Clock going round every second gone by ay
Still I gotta get it till the case closed
Writing up shit till the day goes
Been
eyes were closed
Knifes were shown
Pain was known
The story remains untold
Too many times men they make the mistake they
Meant to move towards me they
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