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I said my eyes look blazed [Hook] My eyes look blazed My mind blind in a haze tryna find my way When I see birds, I tell ‘em fly my way I spill my words, every time I pray [?], rotten in the belly [?] caught him in the Chevy But we gon find a way, we gon find a way [?] So we can all eat Yeah I know, I know they say I talk crazy But we gon all eat, that's my word [Verse 1] Since elementary, I bought the Misery I lit a fire when Santa was in my chimney Round here we’re cheating death, [?] You pulling strings here and there, I orchestrate a symphony I’m literally a fascist, motherfuckin bastard, ratchet Heard that shit you dropped and bitch I’m unenthusiastic I’m more concerned with that fatness that’s on the mattress Skeet her like Derek Jeter and leave her a basket I’m a confederate [?] But she stay in pocket like a handkerchief Plus she told me bout this shit with her tongue that I can’t wait to see Plus I got that that Mary Jane with me persuading me, and basically that’s why my eyes look blazed [Hook]