Andre Nickatina - Blind Genius lyrics

Man, a new Rolls Royce
Hit the Popeyes drive-thru
I had to tell my driver I'll guide you
See my life thru a BlackBerry
Some people like that
But, I think it's kinda scary
I'm somethin like a sailboat baby
Jus tryna sail away
And you can tell I'm never
Comin back after today
I bundle up for the night air
Even though it's cold and dark yo
I still wear white Nike Airs
I cop like 4 pairs
It reminds me of Michigan and Antoine Joubert
I hit the night like I'm el presidente
Don't wanna be up in the Kaiser Permanente
Yo and I rush outta town
Like Picasso I rap paint
A perfect picture yo then I come right back
Then I embrace my criminal mind
A criminal kind
Heres your chance if you see a criminal shine
Cuz my style is real 'Pac yo with the Pun set
A lotta Tuxedos before I gotta jet
I like breakfast in the nighttime
MGA made a clock man it's fight time

Man this the life of a blind genius
And even though I can see let me
Tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I don't see whats
In front of me mane

Yeah ya heard right i hit the night life
And shake the whole scene up
Like a pair of dice
I tell the bartender thats too much ice
And she overchargin on the hennessy price
I don't freestyle I don't free lance
I said paced out i say pay fast
I know homies that passed in the weight class
But it was pushin weight that
They all passed at
And when i gamble don't catch me on a bad day
Like when the warriors had just
Lost the other day you send me to a preacher
I confess you said it's all good
I said lets bet
I think of Khan at the crack of dawn
And then I hit my closet for a new sean John
Im in the middle of a premier pack
I put vogues on the burgandy 'lac
Yo my perm is like jet black
Man it's the life of a blind soul
Its like a hustla tryna sell you fake gold
Or like a married man
Who ain't never faithful
Or talk down on a P when he break hoes

Man this the life of a blind genius
And even though I can see let me
Tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I don't see whats
In front of me mane

I hit my court date
Smellin like straight weed
Plus I had a fat knot in my blue jeans
You might have to pray for me
When I hit Vegas because
My mind Is wrapped up in
The latest and the greatest
My Aphrodisiac is the payest
Never took players or delayers
And everyone that know me homie
Know I gotta shopping fetish
If you think Im buyin you
Somethin you best forget it
Backwards like Benjamin Button
Or superbad somethin like McLovin
Hotter than the oven
Baby that boils the crack
And When it comes to rap
I'm like a spoiled brat
And you can catch me some days
Hair oiled back
And countin on somethin thats a royal stack
At the tuxedo party in royal black
They had barbeque I said baby foil that

Man this the life of a blind genius
And even though I can see let me
Tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I don't see whats
In front of me mane