Mind Reader (feat. Miles Bryant)
It's like you're reading my mind
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Spilling my confessions
Under the surface, deep below
Hard to read expressions
Lips soft just like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
It's like you're reading my mind
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Lose control
I ain't gotta read your mind
I can look into your eyes
And tell if you're really 'bout it
It's gon' prolly take some time
Know these visions in my mind
Been blocked but no longer cloudy
Yeah, uh, clear view
Riding with no rearview
Cruising through this ghost town
With a cold look, like a igloo
I'm a nice guy with a ill mind
Sick pen when I kill rhymes
Blessed though when I eat beats
Tenfold, hundred times
And if you still true with it
We will do business
I ain't got not time for phony homies
I'mma true nigga
And a true soldier
Been told ya
Pressing play on rappers these days is
Cruel torture
I keep it coastin'
I ain't boasting, I'm blasting my windows open
This is my shit, in my whip
This been the motion
See that fresh wax on fresh paint
Your shit is bogus
Even through the rain, I keep it clean
You better know this
It's like you're reading my mind
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Lose control
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Spilling my confessions
Under the surface, deep below
Hard to read expressions
Lips soft just like a rose
Like a rose
Like a rose
It's like you're reading my mind
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Lose control
I ain't gotta read your mind
I can look into your eyes
And tell if you're really 'bout it
It's gon' prolly take some time
Know these visions in my mind
Been blocked but no longer cloudy
Yeah, uh, clear view
Riding with no rearview
Cruising through this ghost town
With a cold look, like a igloo
I'm a nice guy with a ill mind
Sick pen when I kill rhymes
Blessed though when I eat beats
Tenfold, hundred times
And if you still true with it
We will do business
I ain't got not time for phony homies
I'mma true nigga
And a true soldier
Been told ya
Pressing play on rappers these days is
Cruel torture
I keep it coastin'
I ain't boasting, I'm blasting my windows open
This is my shit, in my whip
This been the motion
See that fresh wax on fresh paint
Your shit is bogus
Even through the rain, I keep it clean
You better know this
It's like you're reading my mind
One look into my eyes, you saw my soul
Twenty-twenty vision
You make my body lose control
Lose control
Credits
Writer(s): Josie Molasky
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