Eyez Shut

You know what I'm talking about
Yeah yeah

Eyez shut like you like Ray Charles' cousin
My mind's made up
I done made a few dozen
Can't relate
I must be great, yeah
Can't relate
The kid's awake, uh
Eyez shut like you like Ray Charles' cousin
My mind's made up
I done made a few dozen
Can't relate
I must be great, yeah
Can't relate
The kid's awake, uh

I'm pretty sure I'm one of Jesus' kids
See I come from a place where only geniuses live
Heaven or hell
Know I treated you well
Better to tell with a new clientele
I might as well put a few on the belt
I will propel to prosperous wealth
Everything is better or worse
Bitches be cursed
This a planetarium verse
And this is a first
I got to take your daughter to church
I said I got to take your daughter to church
We going slow
That flow is going to get her a purse
Whatever that's worth
Whoever giving head to her first
Yeah study them words
And baby, that's just not how it works
See baby that's just not how it works
Here let me simplify
This shit do or die
You be ill-advised
You too sensualised to know what I feel inside
I'm like damn too civillized
I'm too energised
Because I'm on the enterprise
Behind the lies came the smoke, uh
Thinking of a time with some wine and a toke, uh
Tell all the guys we ain't broke, uh
Fuck these other rappers with their lean and their coke, uh
See I was better off alone
All them fucking nights
We was talking on the phone
On the phone

Eyez shut like you like Ray Charles' cousin
My mind's made up
I done made a few dozen
Can't relate
I must be great, yeah
Can't relate
The kid's awake, uh
Eyez shut like you like Ray Charles' cousin
My mind's made up
I done made a few dozen
Can't relate
I must be great, yeah
Can't relate
The kid's awake, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Ward Lieve G De Bruyn, Jari Marain
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