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Staring At The Sun (Nacho Picasso)
Blue Sky Black Death
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I'm too high to be, sometimes I get anxiety
It got me thinkin' everybody's tryna lie to me
I'm a condor, these niggas ain't that fly to me
I guess they need weak niggas for variety
She can't rely on me but she can come and lie on me
She whind and grind on me then she wine and dinin' me
She know any minute niggas should be signing me
With this economy she's just tryna be kind to me
Hit a couple corners but trouble kept finding me
Nacho Picasso, yea damn right, I'm tryin' to be
The hottest MC out here since '93
They told me that the game was locked, I couldn't find the key
I popped up in a race right behind the lead
Smoking Barrel Hampson stead and a bag of weed
Throw your daiquiri at me, I'll grab your weave
I always got a couple tricks up a tatted sleeve
All these dull ass niggas tryna steal my shine
Plus these boppin' ass bitches tryna steal my time
They said don't stare at the sun cause I might go blind
But I'mma stare at the sun 'til that light don't shine
All these dull ass niggas tryna steal my shine
Plus these boppin' ass bitches tryna steal my time
They said don't stare at the sun cause I might go blind
But I'mma stare at the sun 'til that light don't shine
Hmm, gee wilikers
Fucked a bitch so bad, I had to steal her purse
Your emotions playin' rugby, get your feelings hurt
And the teachers couldn't reach us like ceiling dirt
Flow so sick, might need a nurse
I know you met some bad apples, might be the worst
We in the car coughin', we don't need a hearse
With all this fucking ink on us, we don't need a shirt
Fuck your day job, I promise we won't need to work
I got a dyke bitch who put in Queen Latifah work
She'll get the light switch and squeeze it 'til her finger hurt
Everybody got an angle, you feel me Kurt?
You'll get choked out and strangled and filled with earth
Spent my Sunday's throwing up, I ain't go to church
But I pray every night cause I know I'm cursed
And I could never sell my soul cause I know its worth
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