These Eyes

Lyrics

[Intro: Tim Moore] When you close your– [Verse 1: GRIP] Cuzzo, he a dealer, Uncle was a user Other uncle was a shooter My pops was a loser God bless my mami heart Money tore the fam apart Me and sis ain't even speakin' My bitch say I reek from drinkin' Was just about to crack a beer Fuck it, I ain't happy here My momma tell me, "Get a job" Motherfuck a rap career Rent due, I'm broke as hell Wish I had some dope to sell Break down the wholesale Momma livin' at the hotel I was droppin' shit to no avail, oh well Guess they wasn't fuckin' with the kid I just had to give 'em me I could give a fuck 'bout what another nigga did Cause he ain't walk in these shoes And I ain't walk in dude's neither I got issues dawg, my top is screwed Somethin' like a two litre [Chorus: Tim Moore & GRIP] He only looks for what you see I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit Pessimist without a pot to piss With these optics it's hard to be an optimist I can't act like my problems do not exist I jot this shit in composition, nigga listen I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit Pessimist without a pot to piss With these optics it's hard to be an optimist I can't act like my problems do not exist I jot this shit in composition, nigga listen [Verse 2: GRIP] J-J-J-J-Jumped out the porch feet first Told the fam don't trip I'll be back soon Tryna bring the racks back to 'em Whether the trap boom or it came from the rap tunes Used to cop shoes outta Rack Room Guess it was a step up from Payless Momma got another eviction notice We don't know where we finna lay next Niggas lose faith, so we pray less But kept OutKast in the tape decks Felt good not to hear a nigga brag and boast when you been working for a petty ass pay check Seen shit you wouldn't dare to see Nobody cares when it's dark outside Who gon' be there with me? Apparently in need of therapy I feel caged in like a parakeet On the edge, I ain't scared to leap But I don't wanna make my parents weep Insomniac, I barely sleep It's been some weeks since the last time a nigga counted sheep My thoughts seep in way to deep You see when I jumped off the porch I thought I could get a Porsche You know, things of that sort Now a nigga whole life is off course, fuck! [Chorus: Tim Moore & GRIP] He only looks for what you see I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit Pessimist without a pot to piss With these optics it's hard to be an optimist I can't act like my problems do not exist I jot this shit in composition, nigga listen I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit (I done seen a lot of shit) I done seen a lot of shit Pessimist without a pot to piss With these optics it's hard to be an optimist I can't act like my problems do not exist I jot this shit in composition, nigga listen [Outro: Tim Moore] He only sees you in his dreams