Blind Feat. Fashawn out now
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Shot by Laura Faith

Edited by Ishmael

Featuring Fashawn

Mixed and Mastered by Sonnyb

Produced by ML3

LYRICS
The cage bird singing
Cause the shit that
Ain’t worth thinking
Getting more plays
Than what he put out, meaning
He’s gon’ go harder
Going out swinging
See him dreaming of that
Worldwide praise
And dare I say
He’s gonna get a grip on that
Squeeze it in his palms one day
Ring the alarm
Don’t stay calm
Cause he gon Funk Flex the record
With explosions
Like Black Tom
Olajuwon ballin is The Dream
Let it be known
I gotta see this journey
And the outcome
Can’t let the vision be
Pigeonheld
I wanna spread my wings
And be propelled
I stopped looking up to you
And started looking up to me
My own hero
Trying not to stay too cozy cause
If I do, I’ll end up with
A pocket full of posies
You can’t post about me
Without fire emojis
Stacking stacking mo cheese
Then spend a bit the homies
she let me get in between
Like your teeth with cilantro
Trying get my pockets on pudgy
Like Chancho
Had a crew
But out the blue
They were all gonzo
But I know my dreams are not
A farcry
On the chase for chicken
Sticking to that Popeyes
My eyes real low
I’ve been blazing on that bonsai
I keep it true, man
Going from a crowd blender
To the Brown Truman
Trying keep my cool
While they see me as
Less of a human

Don’t know where my head is
On the search
No, I can’t find it
Am I blind to what I want
I don’t mind it
Might be better than this here
Damn, I gotta find out
I gotta find out
Uh

Don’t know where my head is
On the search
No, I can’t find it
Am I blind to what I want
I don’t mind it
Might be better than this here
Damn, I gotta find out
I gotta find out
Uh


All mi vida
I’ve been leaning
Towards the speakers
And the tweakers
Just a dreamer
In a pair of dirty sneakers
Wanted a woman like Lupita
Or a diva I can creep with
Wondering if I bite the apple
Would I get escorted out of Eden?
Never thought
It was in my jeans
Never thought I was a genius
Had no reason to think
I would sell out clubs
I used to sneak in
I was humble and the meek is
Holding the mic
Like it was a secret
Was a student for the teaching
I got heights
I planned on reaching
All I got to do is show up
I’ll probably blow up
I wish I was Irish
Cause I ain’t had no luck
Yet I’m still focused
Underground, so what?
One day I’ll get the opportunity
To share this opus
They tell me fame’s
Like a flame
Once you get the name
It burns, dang
Been crying out
But they ain’t concerned
Haters wanna clip you
Send you on you way to your urn
Just because of all the paper you earn
Fuck all that
I’ve seen enough
The Industry’s rough
Sometimes I think
I’m in it too deep
I’m in it too much
Pray for me
Whiles these devils
Try to prey on me
Isolated by the globe
So I stay lonely
Compensated for the flow
You gotta pay homie
Been in this shit, dub
Youngins gotta say OG
Imagine me packing out an arena
Instead I’m back on the block
Strapped with a nina
It’s Big F

Don’t know where my head is
On the search
No, I can’t find it
Am I blind to what I want
I don’t mind it
Might be better than this here
Damn, I gotta find out
I gotta find out
Uh

Don’t know where my head is
On the search
No, I can’t find it
Am I blind to what I want
I don’t mind it
Might be better than this here
Damn, I gotta find out
I gotta find out
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