Jon Murdock, Ricky Fitz - Behind the Eyes lyrics
[Jon Murdock, Ricky Fitz - Behind the Eyes lyrics]
Now that I've found you
(Now that you've found me and shit)
And seen, behind those eyes
(It's like you seen a little bit
But, you ain't see enough)
How can I, carry on?
(Ricky Fitz, Jon Murdock, I don't know)
Fuck a nine to five
I'd rather serve 'caine in the rain
Blowing haze on the block all day
No shorts getting my money straight
End of the day know what I made
Fall back and go cop to flip
Another day another survivin' the game
Don't ever let a nigga tell
You crime don't pay
'Less he grew up in them same streets
Pulled heat for a couple ends
So his fucking seeds could eat
Blowin' trees just to ease the breeze
‘Cause the wind be the pain
Steady blowing, putting stress on the brain
Hard to maintain, son
When you destined for fame
But don't see nothing positive
I'm going insane deepened depression
Had my own thoughts be the weapons
Used against me, fighting suicide
It's temptin'
Found myself restin' on my bedside
Thinking 'bout my life and I'd rather die
Than go through twenty more
Years of this shit
Thinking 'bout my niece and nephew
And disable the clip i can't take it
Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on?
Look behind my eyes you see
The league of extraordinary
Mercenary, first to bury
People got the urge to carry
Pistols in the darkness, marchin', walkin'
I'm armed with
Weapons for the war, I'm the sergeant
One man soldier command like cobras
Over for men who hold just
One game plan for the battle with no focus
Dust, smoke, just won't, want one toke
Pass it in the circle, puff, choke
Blood flows
Cop O's, dump it on the table, cut coke
Fuck with my team, the gun blows
Assassinate your people at every
Angle that's possible
Lyrical, centrifugal, clutch, I'm hell liable
Murder MCs with the skills
Ice grill eyein' you
He checked out the cock pit
Like fighter pilot do
Give me the cue, ignite the 48 up
Used to freestyle for hours when
I was coked up got dummy bags one time
They tried to joke us
Found him, sneaked up from behind
He got choked up
Woke up the next day twitching
With the fro cut
Blood leaking, paralyzed body
Few approach us
Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on? Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on?
(Now that you've found me and shit)
And seen, behind those eyes
(It's like you seen a little bit
But, you ain't see enough)
How can I, carry on?
(Ricky Fitz, Jon Murdock, I don't know)
Fuck a nine to five
I'd rather serve 'caine in the rain
Blowing haze on the block all day
No shorts getting my money straight
End of the day know what I made
Fall back and go cop to flip
Another day another survivin' the game
Don't ever let a nigga tell
You crime don't pay
'Less he grew up in them same streets
Pulled heat for a couple ends
So his fucking seeds could eat
Blowin' trees just to ease the breeze
‘Cause the wind be the pain
Steady blowing, putting stress on the brain
Hard to maintain, son
When you destined for fame
But don't see nothing positive
I'm going insane deepened depression
Had my own thoughts be the weapons
Used against me, fighting suicide
It's temptin'
Found myself restin' on my bedside
Thinking 'bout my life and I'd rather die
Than go through twenty more
Years of this shit
Thinking 'bout my niece and nephew
And disable the clip i can't take it
Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on?
Look behind my eyes you see
The league of extraordinary
Mercenary, first to bury
People got the urge to carry
Pistols in the darkness, marchin', walkin'
I'm armed with
Weapons for the war, I'm the sergeant
One man soldier command like cobras
Over for men who hold just
One game plan for the battle with no focus
Dust, smoke, just won't, want one toke
Pass it in the circle, puff, choke
Blood flows
Cop O's, dump it on the table, cut coke
Fuck with my team, the gun blows
Assassinate your people at every
Angle that's possible
Lyrical, centrifugal, clutch, I'm hell liable
Murder MCs with the skills
Ice grill eyein' you
He checked out the cock pit
Like fighter pilot do
Give me the cue, ignite the 48 up
Used to freestyle for hours when
I was coked up got dummy bags one time
They tried to joke us
Found him, sneaked up from behind
He got choked up
Woke up the next day twitching
With the fro cut
Blood leaking, paralyzed body
Few approach us
Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on? Now that I've found you
And seen, behind those eyes
How can I, carry on?