Lyrics:
Wand, what are you doin’ with them bags under your eyes?
Your body wrapped in blankets, and your hands double their size
It’s not like you can ride
it's coming our way
Uh uh huh
Uh uh huh
Uh uh huh uh uh huh ahhhhh
You walk by
So distracted
Your books fell out
Of your bag
I saw
So I reacted
It was
and its timbre
Projected writing on the ceiling
Old notebooks turned to cinder
The tide came in with a reply
Dived right in with open eyes
Been times my
down to save us, understood
Yeah, by the ones that's right with us, tight
All my get-money type niggas alike
Ladies, with they shifts at day, getting
I do
So I can hide it, oh you're no longer excited
You don't look at me the way you used to
Don't you deny it
These bags under my eyes because I'm
the hang over
In my headspace, until it's dead weight
Until the next day, return of the Jedi
Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye
Dr Jekyl, Mr
escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift that the eye couldn't record
and free and innocent
when you took me by surprise
You stuck that feeling in my heart
When you caught me with her eyes
While the whole wide world
surrounding
This why my people start lootin'
This ain't no regular groovin'
Sneak in his message through music
Ah Ah
He sees a few tweets saying
Go Chase A Bag
But
I'm on an overcrowded train
fighting an overcrowded brain
and all these bags under my eyes
hold up my compromise
maybe I should change just
that other guy
Because if turtle told you drop it when you played it for him
You need to watch ya back he prolly want you hung to dry
Big bags under eyes
system
Fuck the badge the uniform the shotgun
Just wanna live where it’s safe for my godson
Am I under arrest or being put to rest
Do you see me in a cell
said you need me even though i'm an asshole.
Lately I don't get enough sleep. The bags by my eyes can carry my groceries. I drink wine just to feel
amplifies, who they really are
The sold you a bag of lies, this the land of the wise
All the lamb are disguise, I'll never lose my cool but not a fan of your
creatures great and small face the gun intended to stun
I vow to turn every child under three into nothing
But suspended bags of bones and rotting meat
They'll never find us
Painting a self portrait
Painting ourselves into position
We'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
My
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