Josip On Deck - Real Eyes | Текст песни

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• Josip On Deck
• Real Eyes

The things that make us smile.
And sometimes has us crying.
Will passionately drown.
The things inside our way.

It's not a part fassad.
Connected to my heartbeat.
These things you can't realize.

Man I understand it. Puppeted hand bandits.
Wanna do it for survival but what about our parlae.
Drowned out feeling in mayonnaise.
I'm not even who you'd aim.
Digdug deep up in ya brain you slow the progress
down with hate. Never hatin on a nigga but I'll hate
a nigga faced. Using me that ain't thought out
Django boy are you just a slave. Preferences will
difer so there's no reason to sick fame. All my bots
original and settings set to in my brain. Distraction
I really think just planet out and do ya thing.
But remember that the realest of the real do know the fake
and when i die i hope the bury me inside a damn arcade.
Being niggers I'm dat nigga I could teach yo ass some things.

No reason to flex on me I got swag for sale.
I ain't knocking I just love the thought of phoenix flare.
Man this hologram is trippy I'm programmed to kill.
Equivalence is realness and you trynna cheat the real.
It won't be just me but gang of niggaz that see frail
thin sin binges go custodian like check ya self.
Flutes be playing to the snakes and caging them in spirit realm.
alarm clock str8 from the top just pick a part the clearest path.