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Текст песни "Through Your Eyez" |
 Through your eyes you think we’re all the same
Through your eyes we’re all the same
Through your eyes you think we’re all the same
Through your eyes we’re all the same
Chorus (2x):
Through your eyes you think we’re all the same (Tell me can you see me now?)
Through your eyes we’re all the same
(t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tell me can you see me now?)
I’m an optical illusion
Your expectations of me awaitin’ stone like medusa
Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being
But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling
Everything has an end
Now let’s pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine
Make me feel better again made me feel better than them
Until we're all sitting together again
I can’t despise the way you capitalize
On situations the way you always seem to
Its been no suprise the way you speak those lies
Reassuring and convincing me that I’m somebody too
But I’m not
See, you wouldn’t comprehend this
Insignificant magic deep within, inside
But you wouldn’t realize
That if I was looking through your eyes then I would
wanna die
Chorus 2x
I beat the bongos in jungles and planets that you ain’t never heard of
Sit with gorillas in the mist and blaze the herb up
My thoughts are fixed with a 12 gauge
My skin is all covered and faint trying to hide me from the sun rays
My wicked ways will be death of y’all
My reflection is your burden call
Bless me father, heal us all
My contemplations premeditated
I’m heavily medicated
Into the underground is what I’m dedicated
I can’t handle so I blaze the weed
And I give a fuck less bitches if ya hatin me
Just, wait and see in turn full circle on the bottom again
Lookin up watchin all the clouds
Turn purple, like your black ass eye
I thought I told y’all motherfuckers bitch we don’t die
Chorus 2x
I ain’t the one to blow your head off to the scapegoat
The one you bitches blame cause you sinkin’ in your boat
Bitch I slit yo god damn throat
And leave ya twitchin’
Twiztid ain’t the reason why yo ass bullshittin’
(RADIO)
Them scared to rate us
Underground bitches, it ain’t no love for the famous
Get your ropes cut quick, low maintenance
Sittin’ in the dark and I ain’t got to make the playlist
Effortless excuses (my bad)
For why they don’t saturate situations for they nooses
And who are we to go and call you out?
We done heard all the stories and don’t what the fuck they talkin’ bout
I’m not a puppet, so don’t pull my strings
I don’t need nobody tryin’ to hold me, console me, control me, shit
You’re the one trying to change me, make me into
something that I’m not
Chorus 4x
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