Eyes Lyrics

Look into my eyes say ya don't love nobody

Look into my eyes if ya ain't on a molly

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably

Look into my eyes when ya on demon time

Look into ya eyes when I'm swallowing my pride

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably

Don't say you love me cuz I'd rather have trust

You can preach it with your words but still not give a fuck

You can go and just fuck another person then what

Rely on just luck those four letters stay stuck

Inside of my mind hope I don't count the time

All the hours I find you coming home after nine

When work end at five but on the molly you lied

And don't look in my eyes that's when love meet demise

That's why I want trust it applies more pressure

Like a drug dealer leaving pounds on his chick dresser

A mom letting kids go to parties with lectures

A nigga when red and blue in view of reflectors

Or when I'm speaking facts more than college professors

A standardized test ain't worth more than I'm measured

It can get you out the hood but the mirage is a desert

The farther out you go you see those billing collectors

Oh say can you see

The confines of the weak

A double cup of the lean

To numb the bruise on the cheek

All the opps walking free

Gunning down when you speak

The land of the free

Is for who has the leash

Look into my eyes say ya don't love nobody

Look into my eyes if ya ain't on a molly

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably

Look into my eyes when ya on demon time

Look into ya eyes when I'm swallowing my pride

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably

Every time I step inside the booth it's amazing

All the truth in the verses and the hooks that I'm lacing

Worth more than the people that I'm viewed to be facing

Yet they're always in Ferraris bulletproof speed racing

This ain't sour grapes that I ain't got enough dates

It don't bruise the navel want my pears to be able

Go bananas in Caicos eating berries in crepes

Just wished the fruits of my labor ripen the pace

That's the key we usually tend to fore-mention

We do this for the love of put in better positions

Missionary never worked in doggy styled conventions

This a stage where a goat is the work of depictions

Oh say can you see

The confines of the weak

A double cup of the lean

To numb the bruise on the cheek

All the opps walking free

Gunning down when you speak

The land of the free

Is for who has the leash

Look into my eyes say ya don't love nobody

Look into my eyes if ya ain't on a molly

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably

Look into my eyes when ya on demon time

Look into ya eyes when I'm swallowing my pride

Look into ya eyes say this ain't just a hobby

That I'd die for the rhymes and I thrive off a probably