Lyrics Blind AF - Luclover

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 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
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