BLIND

Girl, get down on the floor, down on the-
Get-get down on the floor, floor
Girl, get down on the-, girl, get down on the-, girl, get down on the-
Girl, get down on the-
Feel that breath, let you feel this, steal that breath
Ray Charles (yeah, right, whoo)
Ray Charles (yeah, whoo)

Everybody ready for love until they get it (get it)
Many motherfuckers that come but don't finish (finish)
Most of these niggas is full of feces
Re-re-real ones are an endangered species
Met you at a party in Cali back in the summer (summer)
Didn't even touch but we was feelin' each other
Now you know my momma like Jimmy know the guitar
This is real talk

Let you get away with murder, baby
And I always let you win the games
No more strikes, you've made your last mistake
No parole, I'm putting you away for life

Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
I can't see your face no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS, so
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
You ain't on my brain no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS

Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, whoo (girl, get down on the floor)
Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, woo (girl, get down on the floor)

You want to act like you should've when I was with you
Blowin' up my phone like Hiroshima with issues
Airplane mode, I'm high and out of reach
Still thinkin' about it, low-key
Then I think about all the stupid shit you be doin'
Baby, we were beautiful, now we're nothing but ruined
I held you down, you only changed up
I just had enough

Let you get away with murder, baby
And I always let you win the games
No more strikes, you've made your last mistake
No parole, I'm putting you away for life

Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
I can't see your face no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS, so
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
You ain't on my brain no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS

Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, right, whoo (girl, get down on the floor)
Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, whoo (girl, get down on the floor)

Feel that breath, let you feel this (girl, get down on the floor)
I can't see your face no more (girl, get down on the floor)
Feel that breath, let you feel this (so, whoo)
Feel that breath, let you feel this (girl, get down on the floor)
You ain't on my brain no more (whoo)
Feel that breath, let you- (girl, get down on the floor)
(Girl, get down on the floor)

Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
I can't see your face no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS, so
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS
You ain't on my brain no more
Blind to the BS, stay blind to the BS

Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, whoo (girl, get down on the floor)
Ray Charles (girl, get down on the floor)
Yeah, whoo (girl, get down on the floor)

I had a woman (yeah)
Way over time (whoo)
Good to me? No, no
I had a woman
Way over time
Wasn't good to me, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Got me fucked up



Credits
Writer(s): Warren Felder, Talay Riley, Coleridge Tillman, Trevor David Brown, William Zaire Simmons
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