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lightskindanny – blurry vision (feat.spencer siefker) lyrics

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[verse 1: djspendab]
been at it for less than a month
to me, it will never be enough
cause these raps in my mind, they come out all the time
and these lines that i write and i spit through the night
and there’s pain inside
blinded by the visions i have and they’re bright
i spent my last dime in studio time
i just wanna learn how to rhyme
but, these kids, they be pointin’ and laughin’ at me
wait n’ you’ll see
i’m just another mc
the kind of lines i spit, they be sounding so clean
but, deep down they mean more to me than you can see
i sit in my room, alone in my thoughts
[?] containing some jots
keep talking your sh-t, please do not stop
all you do is rap about money and glocks
i’ve got no interest in your misses
stop this
and just listen
cause you’re missin’ that these girls are b-tches
they’re so fake
and i just wanna hear no debate
when they say “yes” to a date
turn around and head for the gate
these girls, they love it when you run into the bank
yeah, you just want the compliments
and everything that come with it
i can really tell
you ring a bell
like, next one in line, ready to give you the time
what you do is a crime
cause these guys think so blind but i don’t even care
glad to be out of your hair
you want the top, ok, i’ll be you there
cause
look
ayy
lyrical ability is something like agility
i spittin’ off bars and i know i go far
in my dreams i reach out and i’m touching the stars
like this is an art
i am the greatest, you can’t even start
don’t even try to compare
that isn’t fair
when i blow up y’all will pretend to care
really you’ll love me for money and flare
ayy, i’m headin’ to the bank
get out my lane
talkin’ bout a diss track, boy
you must be insane, ayy
run up and i make a bank
never said i woulda been tame
when i run up with my gang
and i [?] like you sayin’
gonna give your girl some brain
and your rhyming is so lame
pullin’ triggers, gonna make ’em bang
got a new stain on this brand new shirt
bullet holes gonna leave me when it hurts
my flow is a curse
and your words, they don’t hurt
talkin’ bout money, i got nothin’ but dirt
chalkin’ up bodies, i plan to do worse
you pop a molly, yeah, that ain’t a first
hawkin’ up spit, yeah, these haters reversed
most of these rappers, they do it for money and [?]
ayy

[verse 2: lightskindanny]
aight
locked in a big box
hide sh-t in my socks
got the house on lock
[?]
[?]
on a boat, lil yacht
[?]
and the ladies flock
girls in every state
it’s just fake
[?]
cs:go [?]
yeah, i’m in good shape
no, i don’t eat crepes
no, i don’t do dates
shred you up like grate
yeah, my bars so hard
make you dumb r-t-rd
[?]
now i play my cards
[?] in the cut
we don’t give a f-ck
no, we don’t f-ck sl-ts
only [?] sucked
my diamonds sick
yuck
[?]
tucked
and i’m still young, f-ck
sleep is for the weak
we just peaked
[?] on the beat
so just take a seat
ball like the heat
girl, get off my meat
unless you pet-te
this is just so much fun
.357 my gun
that looks good in the sun
this b-tch with me got buns
got- saw the train, had to run
just a little home run
copying you, my son
so much, just tripped, what a gun
yuh
we are in our bag
clothes shopping, pop big tags
i guess we like to brag
cause we have too much swag
don’t even have to sag
[?] that’s a red flag
treat you like a sand bag
like [?] jet lag
ayy



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