"EYES CLOSED" lyrics
It's up, it's up
Where the fuck is my blunt, nigga?
Count up, it's up (It's up)
Count a thirty with my eyes closed
Hearin' voices, pop a thirty, turn my mind off
I do it dirty, I'm as slimy as some Rimmel
Find my higher self off mushrooms like I find gold
I'm in the Benz with Cartier's, two different time zones
Just saw Pablo in New Mexico, it's grind mode
I need to grind more
You niggas not low
The fiends is itchin', stop the twitchin', told 'em line up
I pour a four of syrup [?] Aunt Jemima
They thought they passed me, movin' slow-mo, but the time up
What was you doin' with that time? Just startin' drama
My bitch look like Kitana, we playin' Mortal Kombat
I'ma finish on her (Finish her)
Bricks is in the oven, man, the trap house like a sauna (Ah)
It's up, it's up
I smoke an ounce of za' a day just to calm my trauma
We in the trap on hump day just totin' llama's
Smokin' Camels, countin' commas keep me calm, bruh
Start pickin' up grams
Buy it in bulk, it's supply and demand
I'm the supplier, got fire in hand
The higher I get I can't walk, I can't stand (It's up)
It's up, it's up
I see her lookin' at me
She say your shirt must cost a lot, designer make me happy
My mind don't wait for finer things, like when you smiling at me
I love a dime baddie
She wave her wand at me
I swear she do magic, shorty a witch so it's a crime addy
I need to pop an addy, a Percocet relax me
I'm playin' Tetris stacking, the bricks is paid, acting
How y'all my sons, but take my shine away, throw shade at me?
Bitch, you not poppin' with the pimples, need Proactiv actually
And some fake long lashes, she in a thong, smashin'
King of the lawn 'less she comin' home with Louis Vuitton baggage
I swear I love ratchet bitches, damn, her attitude hard to manage
A beautiful blonde be puttin' it on, but in her soul is sadness
Where the fuck is my blunt, nigga?
Count up, it's up (It's up)
Count a thirty with my eyes closed
Hearin' voices, pop a thirty, turn my mind off
I do it dirty, I'm as slimy as some Rimmel
Find my higher self off mushrooms like I find gold
I'm in the Benz with Cartier's, two different time zones
Just saw Pablo in New Mexico, it's grind mode
I need to grind more
You niggas not low
The fiends is itchin', stop the twitchin', told 'em line up
I pour a four of syrup [?] Aunt Jemima
They thought they passed me, movin' slow-mo, but the time up
What was you doin' with that time? Just startin' drama
My bitch look like Kitana, we playin' Mortal Kombat
I'ma finish on her (Finish her)
Bricks is in the oven, man, the trap house like a sauna (Ah)
It's up, it's up
I smoke an ounce of za' a day just to calm my trauma
We in the trap on hump day just totin' llama's
Smokin' Camels, countin' commas keep me calm, bruh
Start pickin' up grams
Buy it in bulk, it's supply and demand
I'm the supplier, got fire in hand
The higher I get I can't walk, I can't stand (It's up)
It's up, it's up
I see her lookin' at me
She say your shirt must cost a lot, designer make me happy
My mind don't wait for finer things, like when you smiling at me
I love a dime baddie
She wave her wand at me
I swear she do magic, shorty a witch so it's a crime addy
I need to pop an addy, a Percocet relax me
I'm playin' Tetris stacking, the bricks is paid, acting
How y'all my sons, but take my shine away, throw shade at me?
Bitch, you not poppin' with the pimples, need Proactiv actually
And some fake long lashes, she in a thong, smashin'
King of the lawn 'less she comin' home with Louis Vuitton baggage
I swear I love ratchet bitches, damn, her attitude hard to manage
A beautiful blonde be puttin' it on, but in her soul is sadness
