Run to the sun
Run to the sun
Run to the sun
Ooh run
Go get you some money, only time you’ll ever see me runnin’
I know these n#gg#s be bluffin’
These n#gg#s ain’t on nothing
I know these n#gg#s be stuntin’
Wow aye smoke and mirrors all I see
Don’t tell me you love me ’cause I think that sh#t just make believe
Or maybe I’m trippin’, maybe I’m way too high
I be smokin’ on tree, I ain’t slippin’ even around my guys
I don’t trust a thing
I want Bottega B’s and Bentleys B’s
No roof so May could see
Man, I’m going coo-coo in the coupe
Like won’t you get a load of me too
In control, nah, you can’t get ahold of me
Leave ya in the past if you prefer the older me
Hop in the coupe with a pound of weed
He talkin’ down so I made ’em bleed
He should know not to play with me
Big racks inside of my jeans
Smokin’ fronto, that sh#t stink
I put some molly inside of my drink
I got no time, no, we can not link
They tappin’ in because I’m in a foreign
I’m in a Benz and you in a Jeep
I checked the time and it’s time to glow up
They just mad because they know us
You p#ssies wearin’ fake chrome hearts
They on some lame sh#t, they got no taste
If you on some f#ck sh#t get out of my face
If you around me, you gettin’ paid
I blew a bag in this b#tch
I just bought Saks in this b#tch
He gonna be mad and then b#tch
He throw a fit
I don’t even know what I did
He a man, but I treat ’em like kid
He gonna tell, man, I know he a pig
Everyday I count it back in a flinch
One phone, I don’t pick up for sh#t
Three hoes here for me and my friends
One call, I can re-up again
Two phones, but just one for these bands
Everyday I had to put on a trend
b#tch bad as hell, but she don’t be standing
I shoot the rocket launcher at yo mans
She eat the swag, n#gg#, like it’s candy
She get to poppin’ sh#t like a xan
b#tch like YSL, she a fan
I’m so YSL n#gg# slat
I spent a whole check, make it back
You out the way, I don’t know what he said
With this sh#t, man, that’s stuck in my head
Fresh to death like a lil n#gg# dead
Outside n#gg# staying in bed
Too high, I can’t get off the meds
(What, what, what) Damn
Thought I was FA ’cause I’m grinding
This sh#t so hot, boy, you had to rewind it
Come to the spot, man, he taking his time
I’m at the top ’cause a n#gg# was caught in his prime
I made a way up ’cause I knew it was mine
This b#tch wanna f#ck ’cause she gave me her mind
I got ten hoes like a bag of some dimes
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Eyedress Lyrics – SMOKE & MIRRORS