Fitzgerald - Blurred Out lyrics

Hook - Man that n***a blurred out, (Fiends X3) (X2) Verse : I 'm on a mission in missionary with the wisdom of two who carry for the victims i'll let them parish in a box. Hope you're preparing for the drop, keep them all staring let em watch. Breathing my air in, it'll stop Fitzgerald Herring to the cops. I just stop caring for the ship, relations keep tearing me to bits. Sleeping impairing let me sit, up but i get wearing what is this? My conscience not clearing the abyss, devilish mind stearing for the bricks. Punch in on the gas and that's it, devil laughing cracking up till he said this... Pre- Chorus : Take a hit of that swisher, motha f**a!? Take a sip of that liqueur, motha f**a!? Which one will blur you out quicker, motha f**a?! I'm really yo n***a, motha f**a HOOK~ Verse 2 : Checking an*lytics under anesthetics breathe, second guessing everything. Only I can get it, leave me to solitary I read obituaries so many f**ing OD's lights out.... But they praying penitentiary, what they sentence me? Black thoughts watching B.E.T young kid he was only 17, put a flame to a spoon and welcomed his eternity. Darkness vicinity, tell me are you listening? Picture all these images, lyrical photography. Digging in the bottom see i'ma lyricist try and copy me and let the media publish this and see what i could be. I could be, I could be anything I wanna be float like a bu*terfly and sting like a bee. But then the devil then said to me... Pre- Chorus : Take a hit of that swisher, motha f**a!? Take a sip of that liqueur, motha f**a!? Which one will blur you out quicker, motha f**a?! I'm really yo n***a, motha f**a