LYRICS:


LAZY EYEZ

Yeah I let me ink bleed like a nice tag,
Pocket got a hold of me the green has a tight grasp,
Look it I don't know what I'll let out,
Fingers stay flexed like an unfed eagle,
Bun feds this legal my nonsense is regal,
I know that you'll approach me with respect,
And defect fame's every defect,
These days I don't feel too bless,
Hermit in the crib shoes up on my new desk,
Disrespect my future always wanted solitude,
Thought that I could prove here,
Honestly I'll follow through,
I just need a few years,
Swallow what they put you through only viewed the crews fear,
Doubted like the blue skies British summer time got me fucked up, Nothing but tough luck pride of another's touch,
Buckle up you got more to write,
Whilst you're feeling pretty dormant right,
What's important is their calling for the author like

TOK.: Yo yo lazy where you at man

LAZY EYEZ: I been pretty slack damn I need a little time

TOK.: But brother what's on your mind there's people crowding round all waiting for the rhymes

LAZY EYEZ: Shit guess it's not a crime if I ain't feeling it, dropped a couple tracks now they won't leave me be seeking a deeper pit

TOK.: Need some relief from it?

LAZY EYEZ: Sure but my dream's in this

TOK.: That won't matter when you're forced to not believe in it from spending every evening in the depths of something meaningless

LAZY EYEZ:

I mean it's not my reason it's my peace I seek a peace of it but I don't wanna speak when they're all teething on my preachers gift

TOGETHER: But through these weaknesses we persist

CHORUS:

Artist life like write when you're not feeling
Hard to spark hard time when the plot thickens
Can't speak in jotted rhymes when you're hurting shit
But through our weaknesses we persist
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TOK.:

I place my heart in these bars and the ink bleeds all,
Deeds previously inconceivable,
I sink my teeth into these deep roots till trees fall,
But still demons call and insist that I should leave it all,
No space to think and no space to breath at all,
No space to breath at all,
But fuck that I'm running on this rough track,
Till mud's black and burnt with the feelings of this rugrat,
Provoke commentary quotes are involuntary,
Tryna stay alive and cope with the life I've buried,
Open envelopes for notes that my right mind sent me,
When I awoke from a dose of a nighttime spending weeks,
Drifting through the vividest of dreams,
Ripping at the seems,
Everything is slipping it's serene,
MY schemes peel as they're flicking through the movie reel,
But it's what I need to depict the images in these scenes,
That's why I can't work to deadlines,
Form thoughts with force and I'm only left with dead rhymes,
It's no Biggie when it comes to me I'm dead right,
I see myself more than others through this red sight,

CHORUS:

Artist life like write when you're not feeling
Hard to spark hard time when the plot thickens
Can't speak in jotted rhymes when you're hurting shit
But through our weaknesses we persist