Blind Faith Lyrics

Wake up in the M-O

I get this N-E-Y like anyway

Flows for days, treat this track like a blow away

Maybe it's junk, a throw away. The trick of the trade

Know when to fold or play

But I got nothing to say

Got the speakers in the trunk

You know they thump with the bass

Skywalker in the lungs, got me drunk in the place

Spotted shawty with the bomb ass, tongue and the waist

And she moving my way

Told her come get a taste

We hit the bungalow and cunnilingus for a couple of days

Just grab a cup and catch a couple of rays

Flow sloppy like Joe, keep an uncomfortable pace

My pupils dilated, running in place

I'm rolling with the punches, rope-a-dope in your face

Like what'd he say, over dosage you ain't know you could take

Like Hitman, hit this cigarillo that's laced

Then store the L in a case on a shelf by the vase

Just in case he blow up, so you know you could say

You caught smoke from one of the greats

Like Dane, like Kane, like Betz, like Wayne, like

3,000 other starving artists who just come for your place

Don't fumble right before the goal line, like what'd he just say

Inside jokes impractically each stanza

I do the opposite like George Costanza

Heading for the top, that's been my mantra. Yeah I got to plan it out

I know it's going to get harder and harder each day, but I

Keep going further and harder everyday, yeah I call it Blind faith

Guess you, don't know what you won't get

Way too young to reminisce

Life don't get much better than this

Sometimes you live life like it's better in bliss

Know it's gon' be okay

It's gon' be okay

Pour out my cornflake, throw on my sorbet

I get my shine on, they throwing more shade

I check my schedule, they post the tour dates

I post a Twit-pic, I'm gon' get more favs

FlaverKlav saw the vision, help me sit in that Ferrari

Live the game of Life, while you Sorry

That's a simple ass line for your simple ass

How you think I got my name, I been killing tracks

Middle class, hoping I don't finish last

On the Road to Riches I know bitches out here kissing ass

I'm slowly sipping out the hour glass

Every minute ticking argue minutes, I don't tick for tac

Is he sick, is he rad, is it good, is it bad

Is it all for show or is it just an act, I don't know but

I know it's going to get harder and harder each day, but I

Keep going further and harder everyday, yeah I call it Blind faith

Guess you, don't know what you won't get

Way too young to reminisce

Life don't get much better than this

Sometimes you live life like it's better in bliss