JAY-Z, Frank Ocean - Caught Their Eyes lyrics

Ready for it i'm ready for it
Yeah, ah

Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga
With that Westside, nigga
With that Eastside, that dance, uh

Your eyes speak the truth
When everything else lies
May pretend that we kin but
The vibes don't fly
Bruh, I survived readin' guys like you
I'm surprised y'all think you
Can disguise y'all truths
I seen eyes wide as they're about to shoot
You can be a hairpin
Off and you can trigger your roots
I wave to these haters, don't give me dap
You know the world can see
Just how phony you act, bruh
Y'all body language is all remedial
How could you see the difference
Between you and I?
My crash course was much tougher
Round friends who kill they friends
Then hug their friends' mothers
And show up at the funeral
Complete with blank stares invisible ink
I had to read things that wasn't there
Memories may sneak down my cheek
But I could see a side-eye in my sleep

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes, open them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' from tears
They try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem (Uh huh, yeah)
I can't tell if you're image
Or are just the flare (yeah)
In my dreams, in my dreams (Ugh)

I sat down with Prince, eye to eye
He told me his wishes before he died
Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind
They only see green from them purple eyes
They eyes hide, they eyes high
My eyes wide shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, they always been fishy
But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
This guy has "Slave" on his face
You think he wanted the
Masters with his masters?
You greedy bastards sold tickets to
Walk through his house
I'm surprised you ain't auction
Off the casket
Don't "big bro" me, don't "Big Homie"
I've seen pure admiration become rivals
I've been to Paris at least two times
I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes, open them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' from tears
They try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem
I can't tell if you're image
Or are just the flare
In my dreams, in my dreams

I've been out of touch for a couple years
I've been ready for this for real
Hopin' I can touch what I see
'Cause I've been ready for you, for real

Look, you've done enough
Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last
Have you left no sense of decency?

Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga
With that Westside, nigga
With that Eastside, uh