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retep - tunnel vision lyrics

hook
i just hope not to get tunnel vision
looking through the streets where im living
(whoa oh)
sometimes its so sad to see
trying to avoid a tragedy
(whoa oh)

once living good
rich neighborhood
the life that he loved
was hyping him up
sometimes in the rough
diamonds get stuck
and is house was the one
blesses are weapons
he used to protect em
he got what he wants
no matter the preference
fast cars not teaching him lessons
time will fly by he soon will regret it
he appreciates nothing
typical rich kid
thinks hes a listed
line of thinking so twisted
poor judgment can have him evicted
0 wishes dreams never existed
he gets grants and if the money short
he can buy is way to feeling uplifted
to his house is the high road
hes on cloud 9
normal life in plane sight
so to reach him you got to sky dive
in his minds eyes is the lime light
goes on the same flight his entire life
never down to earth personality a acquired height
were models of environment
he got hostile and so tireless
got bored and annoying positive thoughts did not exist
he bit the hand that fed him
obnoxious winner
humble pie thats his dinner
years later h-ll look back and laugh at this
because he over looked the great live he lived

not living good
poor neighborhood
all out of luck
scavenged for love
can’t carry the baggage
time slow as mol-sses
dropping these habits
right out of the trashes
a life full of ashes
lighting the matches
was the advice from the pasts
community loud gotta ask to nap
n-body around and traffic backed
apartments always in doors
always in darkness
the floor above making him vomit
they burning a omelet
he already noxious
and eyes are like faucets
he slides in the closet because the nonsense
debating to hire a arson
set fire to carpet
or what it takes to stop him from barfing
(because)
this is a daily basis
he hates it and barely makes it
both neighbors fairly racists
and wants to slam his head against antique vases
while mom makes payments
his cash keeps saving
because hes writing
and gonna be famous
life be falling apart
but the rap keeps hanging
hes not fluid but he sticks to it
improvement paces
thats his only way out
blank pages are safe havens
stays strayed among project mazes
his concepts are a process
one day h-ll blow up
his competition are bomb threats
even though is situation a hot mess
hes pompei in this contest
for him its been a long day
and he just needs the rest so

- retep lyrics

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