Blezs - On My Mind (feat. Statt Ali)

Classic
Cool
Now we can settle this like we got some class
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
Be cool baby
Imma talk to you
I don’t even want to rap I want to talk to you
So Imma just let it vibe out
Get your mind right
Ain't tell you bout you
Imma tell you bout me
Uh
Now I don’t sit and wait or simply pray to the Jesus pieces
Scratch a ticket like ticks itching or wait for Regis
I work hard grind hard till my feet are bleeding
Got side hustles like side bitches no call waiting and
Speed dating weed destiny and a couple fates
Track your homies you bound to lap you a couple fakes and
Women lie babies cry and ugly niggas hate
9 To 5 to survive no expensive plates
Just paper till we get the paper
Stress from work got my attitude like fuck a favor
Me in favor of dream chasing brand building
Anything to get away from these damn buildings
Wealthy to the point we wipe our ass with dollars
Like I used a marker to color Charmins
Starving artist half apartments and a lot of parchment
Light headed cold-hearted and a lot of darkness
These phony niggas like supermarkets
So for my convenience I’m red dotting targets
Something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
Dangerous my education is double bladed
Got a paper that complement further occupations
Plus street knowledge from Chris Wallace and Sean Carter
Hard time no father and drinking tap water
Daddy disapprove I motivated that daughter
My cup runneth over bath water of hippies
Halves quarters and fifties Mary Molly and Brittney
I ain’t bring the shit with me it’s all over the city
Getting it getting it that’s the hustle know it
Get it get it that’s the stripper throw it
Now happiness in hell ain’t frequent
So we living for these moments
That we speak bout in the future to remind us that we’re worth it
A visionary blinded still sees through the curtain
Or waste purpose over focused on the daily motions
Ghetto America we shouldn’t exist
Not that we shouldn’t be here we just shouldn’t be this
Something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
Won’t trip never fall left wrist audemar
Lifestyles of the rich for chips I kill them all
In May weather I ball a pay setter for y'all
Maintain when it pain for the cane I keep it gone
Mentally strong like Sampson physically
Lyrically I’m a problem chemistry
Mix it and I’ll dissolve them
Kidding me I’m balling
Literally Spalding
Hickory wood smoke keep dicking these hood hoes so
No calling doors steady revolving
Two blunts for breakfast dinner four in the morning
Intercourse with the beat
Barely touching the sheets
I guess the flirting was sweet
Cause I get it and winks yeah
Fly guy red eye to Cali sip Mai ties with Sally
First stop the valley 17 or better
Don’t mean the cheddar
Two G’s for leathers Drew Brees the setup yeah
Something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s Something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind
On your mind
On your mind
On your mind
There’s something on your mind

Written by:
ALEC BAILEY, LUKE LAIRD, TYLER JOHNSON

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