Open Ya Eyez Open ya eyes, my lyrics are just a device There’s a rope in the sky that you try to climb Wondering where it leads, golden trumpets and pristine leaves The gate between earth and ether, the path that God let’s us believe Simple appreciation, like how we breathing from the trees There’s a hope that’s in all of us, dwindling with the times I really hope that you just see the signs Many people overdue on speaking their mental mind Many people fall aloof on reaching their goals, that’s reaping what they sow, and leaving their soul behind chorus Feels like there ain’t nothing to believe in Baby take it slow cus we cus both got the whole evening Until the morning i’ll be leaving Rags to riches, bags to dimes, the bastard life Speaking hotter than a record setting fahrenheit Peaking decibels, smoking medical reaching levels of kites Brand new heights Weaving within the fabrics of your lingerie, it’s Karma Sutra It’s lust on my noggin, rust on my bike, forced to run it’s my memory I’m jogging, or maybe take a spin through memory lane whatever suits ya There’s many options But not enough that you could walk without caution Trynna break from the mold all the time it’s exhausting I hope my tribulations amount to something that’s awesome Some times I got the beats but not the confidence to spit, so I take the lyrics and toss em Walking Life is like a box of chocolates Kicking rocks I got my speaker know I’m knocking it Open my eyes, my lyrics are just a device Please lower the price of my favorite vice Wish we could go back to childhood nights, riding a lil tike Eating broccoli and rice Feels like there ain’t nothing to believe in Baby take it slow cus we cus both got the whole evening Until the morning i’ll be leaving Sunset on a busy skyline, I’m depressed trynna clear my mind Trynna adhere my lines Do you fear my kind? The people that sleep on the grind? And never get the chance to recline But know we never decline Uphill battles with pussy fuckers, fighting felines Throwing peace signs, but at least I Meet the rap guidelines, beat the beat sideways Speaking these sine waves Spinning round the block real slow like a microwave If I might if I may, shoulda woulda coulda put the money inside of the safe And still can’t save face, feeling your grave mistakes, doing whatever it takes to figure out what is at stake Run out of state, a run on sentence, I walk it like cake I’m done with everybody that is listening to drake Done with the all music that is packaged for your predisposed plate Easily digestible, the lyrics fit for a children’s book page It’s a shame your marketed towards the same age that you would date, I’m more tame on dinner dates then eating beats, I’m full of hot takes, can never box me in like i’m stuck inside of a crawl space, Im all use and no waste, cus the instrumental don’t wait, let me spit my game and hope that you relate, I hope they bump my music from the junctions to the interstate, All this fake and snake shit I don’t participate Me and the homies and my sis caught with drugs in the whip Me being the opposite of a snitch, I lied and said I was getting drug rich But never admitting what the plug did
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This beat is beautiful and the sample is great as well
Open Ya Eyez
Open ya eyes, my lyrics are just a device
There’s a rope in the sky that you try to climb
Wondering where it leads, golden trumpets and pristine leaves
The gate between earth and ether, the path that God let’s us believe
Simple appreciation, like how we breathing from the trees
There’s a hope that’s in all of us, dwindling with the times
I really hope that you just see the signs
Many people overdue on speaking their mental mind
Many people fall aloof on reaching their goals, that’s reaping what they sow, and leaving their soul behind
chorus
Feels like there ain’t nothing to believe in
Baby take it slow cus we cus both got the whole evening
Until the morning i’ll be leaving
Rags to riches, bags to dimes, the bastard life
Speaking hotter than a record setting fahrenheit
Peaking decibels, smoking medical reaching levels of kites
Brand new heights
Weaving within the fabrics of your lingerie, it’s Karma Sutra
It’s lust on my noggin, rust on my bike, forced to run it’s my memory I’m jogging, or maybe take a spin through memory lane whatever suits ya
There’s many options
But not enough that you could walk without caution
Trynna break from the mold all the time it’s exhausting
I hope my tribulations amount to something that’s awesome
Some times I got the beats but not the confidence to spit, so I take the lyrics and toss em
Walking
Life is like a box of chocolates
Kicking rocks I got my speaker know I’m knocking it
Open my eyes, my lyrics are just a device
Please lower the price of my favorite vice
Wish we could go back to childhood nights, riding a lil tike
Eating broccoli and rice
Feels like there ain’t nothing to believe in
Baby take it slow cus we cus both got the whole evening
Until the morning i’ll be leaving
Sunset on a busy skyline, I’m depressed trynna clear my mind
Trynna adhere my lines
Do you fear my kind?
The people that sleep on the grind?
And never get the chance to recline
But know we never decline
Uphill battles with pussy fuckers, fighting felines
Throwing peace signs, but at least I
Meet the rap guidelines, beat the beat sideways
Speaking these sine waves
Spinning round the block real slow like a microwave
If I might if I may, shoulda woulda coulda put the money inside of the safe
And still can’t save face, feeling your grave mistakes, doing whatever it takes to
figure out what is at stake
Run out of state, a run on sentence, I walk it like cake
I’m done with everybody that is listening to drake
Done with the all music that is packaged for your predisposed plate
Easily digestible, the lyrics fit for a children’s book page
It’s a shame your marketed towards the same age that you would date, I’m more tame on dinner dates then eating beats, I’m full of hot takes, can never box me in like i’m stuck inside of a crawl space, Im all use and no waste, cus the instrumental don’t wait, let me spit my game and hope that you relate, I hope they bump my music from the junctions to the interstate, All this fake and snake shit I don’t participate
Me and the homies and my sis caught with drugs in the whip
Me being the opposite of a snitch, I lied and said I was getting drug rich
But never admitting what the plug did
Omg ill body this
Let's hear it 🔥
@@ProducedByParv say less ima head to the lab this week 💯🤝🏾
@@ProducedByParv hey fam i really want to drop some fire on this beat its speaking to my soul..how much are you charging for it ?