(Icarus)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin' wit the enemy
The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That's why I'm ridin' wit my dawg smokin' plenty hay
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
Close Eyes Video (MV)
Performed By: DVRST
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Patrick Houston, Paul D Beauregard, Valerii Zaitsev
DVRST - Close Eyes Lyrics
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(Icarus)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin' wit the enemy
The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That's why I'm ridin' wit my dawg smokin' plenty hay
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin' wit the enemy
The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That's why I'm ridin' wit my dawg smokin' plenty hay
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
This shit contagious, doin' dope and it's killin' me
Even though I know I hit the snow, is you feelin' me?
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
(Give me that shit, quit playin', ho)
Writer: Patrick Houston, Paul D Beauregard, Valerii Zaitsev
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management