The Blaqueout - Eyes Closed lyrics

[Hook] Eyes closed, swangin' on these b**hes, I don't see'em Line blowing up, hundred thousands in my DM Benji's in the air, fallin down; that's above you I don't like spending money; like that b**h, I love to [Verse 1 - Nikko Dator] Bapesta on with the tight jeans Been had the sauce since nineteen Been had the cake with icing Movie bars flow; so widescreen I pictured it from the jump, but didn't expect these results Quit sugar coating the feelings you got because you & I both are adults Look That don't concern me, I'm on a journey Where friends from the past are approaching me thirsty They want to ride with me but they don't deserve me God showed me their colors & they aren't worthy Haters be lurking & sounding like crickets They stuck on the image Excuse the hiatus, been handling business Make plays for my fitness Ugh n***as act fishy like sea ba** That's my old girl; you can keep that Only hit once, no rematch Man, I swear the girl need kneepads Can't f** around, boy, they co*ky & ignorant Light of The Luxor, they top of the pyramid Move in the tree but they ain't wearing Timberlands Out in these streets & they wanted like Zimmerman [Hook] Eyes closed, swangin' on these b**hes, I don't see'em Line blowing up, hundred thousands in my DM Benji's in the air, fallin down; that's above you I don't like spending money; like that b**h, I love to [Verse 2 - Kazzy Chase] Where we get faded at? where we get faded at? Walk in the building, she take off my faded cap; put on my faded cap Feel like I made it, I don't think I'll make it back Just living luxury all in the name of rap Yeah Talking top five; you should mention my name in that You should mention my name in that Go Animaniac; I got your Dot on my line She gon' bombard it We gon' have problems, my n***a, like Puffy & Shyne Don't get me started I know that you're waiting but n***a, quit waiting on me The clique got no vacancy Might still your b**h; make her go on vacation with me Just for hating on me I'm petty like Tom & I bomb on these tracks You n***as corn-on-the-cob with the raps Me & Neek harder than falls on the map You heard the last one, we give y'all The Jack And I am still here while you n***as are gone Yeah, b**h You hide from the city & we put it on n***a Yeah Cla** [Hook] Eyes closed, swangin' on these b**hes, I don't see'em Line blowing up, hundred thousands in my DM Benji's in the air, fallin down; that's above you I don't like spending money; like that b**h, I love to