Hard-Eyes

Lyrics
[Verse] Keep the family close and the ghosts in the closet with the safe Certain things ain't made to be encrypted Take that to the crypt for the loyal Soil content could make a bomb With what they threw out the window with the oil The grass green long as the machine count Got that after fingers cramped 'cos of the amount Try to cloud hustle but the flight made him sick Can't bite a bit but can write his name on a brick (write his name on a brick) So he built a house out and digitized it And then flipped that without evеr moving shit (without ever moving shit) Cheesin' seeing NFT's fly faster than thе trees that he used to hustle All these memories in the muscles Bastard from the cracked plaster Many dogs never muzzled so he talked that shit (so he talked that shit) From the chair on the porch Probably where he still sit (probably where he still sit) Even when the Earth burnt up Yeah that's correct
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Credits
- Writers
- Daveed Diggs
- Jonathan Snipes
- William Hutson