Luclover - BLIND AF lyrics

Yea

I was trippin, didn't listen I was deaf
I was blinded by the love hold up
Take a second to reflect on what
The bitch had really said
I'm thinkin now it makes sense
Oh that's for real what you meant?
All this opp shit you been
Pulling getting to my head
I'm off roxy, I can't even seem to go to bed
Ex bitch super toxic
She tell all her friends
The feeling make me nauseous
The inside of me dead
The percs not sitting right
I think I'm about to throw up
Celebrate to my success we bout to pour up
I mix thе Hennessy with pills
& add some morе drugs
Fuck some the people in my city
Ain't show no love
I know, my demons conversations
They know, damn well that I'm gon make it
They tryna, find a way my soul to take it
I won't, let them, deny the face, I won't

Can't talk I'm in Turks
Money out the ass all this motherfuckin work
I done put in, sharing damn dividends
With my god damn friends
Give 'em cash when they want
Purp marijuana what I pack in the blunt
So much money I can spend it when I want
No not dummy I got money in the front
Oh my, whole lotta hunnids in a month
Bad bitch wanna dance on the dance floor
I'm just flowing through the cash flow
I got friends, why ya ask tho? Hold up
You wan do some things up in the bathroom?
She like, "I was bout to ask you"
I got this hoe in the bag ooh
We can barely fit inside the stall
She wan suck it still
Want like 300 droptop's just
For fun & thrills
I want a billi in my bank I ain't frontin
Chill watch me turn this whole rap
Shit to my play field
Oh I ain't mention, I want a mansion
I want a couple bad hoes in there dancing
Watch me do this free shit i ain't cappin
Ima fly off the map, no Aladdin l
This to all the bums listening
Am I bragging?
I don't give a fuck, rhetorical
I ain't asking i been on the hunt
Like Dora I'm tryna catch it
All these bitches clones
It kinda look like we matching

I was trippin didn't listen I was deaf
I was blinded by the love hold up
Take a second to reflect on what
The bitch had really said
I'm thinkin now it makes sense
Oh that's for real what you meant?
All this opp shit you been
Pulling getting to my head
I'm off roxy, I can't even seem to go to bed
Ex bitch super toxic
She tell all her friends
The feeling make me nauseous
The inside of me dead
The percs not sitting right
I think I'm about to throw up
Celebrate to my success we bout to pour up
I mix the Hennessy with pills
& add some more drugs
Fuck some the people in my city
Ain't show no love
I know, my demons conversations
They know, damn well that I'm gon make it
They tryna, find a way my soul to take it
I won't, let them, deny the face, I won't