Текст песни Vision 2 Clear - Bluesome

Right, right
Yeah
Rah, ay
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I just need jeans on Amiri, mm
I see the money, it's clear
I do not fuck with the weird
I finish shit with a period
You can mess with me boy
They say my shit is too weird
But I swear my vision too clear
Feel my presence, know who's here

Don't follow me, mm, don't follow me
I keep the- I keep the peace
Even around enemies
Only concerned with the beats, uh
Only concerned with my sound
I gotta keep shit on fleek
Only do shit for me

The real ones respecting me, for free
But I like myself some privacy
I switch up the flow like its me feat me
They do not get this shit, 'sides from three
Hundreds on me, like a centipede
I run the bands like its meant to be
They hate me, must smoke the ketamine
I stay too divine, so they F with B

I stay on my grind, for sure, for sure
I don't see you lot on go, oh no
I keep this shit going, its long, of course
I'm tryna go global from coast to coast
You boxed in like goggle, no show, of course
But then again you got facades, I swear
I cannot respect you, there or there

Yeah, I just need jeans on Amiri, mm
I see the money, it's clear
I do not fuck with the weird
I finish shit with a period
You can mess with me boy
They say my shit is too weird
But I swear my vision too clear
Feel my presence, know who's here

Steady,
Know I gotta be ready
Know when the vibes are just right
I work at night, shit like Freddie's
Ignoring the texts from the petty
Feel like I been at this, for a millennium
It's like being at leagues with all the premier
I feel like I'm at league with the-

Mm, taking the lot
Money to fit, right in the spot
Right in these jeans, this you are not
Thought you was hot, you thought you had popped?
Ain't got no shot, I can not drop
If I do fall, it's gon' be on purpose
Killing the game, and I'm killing these urges
Killing this shit like it's killing these urchins

I'm with the clique, just in the spot
Mo'fuckers best stop, if you wan' drop it
I got the shit to go up, mm, rocket
Bro took something and throw up, mm, lots of it
Thought you was my friend, but you lost it
I can't talk to you, stop it
Favourite thing: just to chop it
I don't even wanna drop lit

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I just need jeans on Amiri, mm
I see the money, it's clear
I do not fuck with the weird
I finish shit with a period
You can mess with me boy
They say my shit is too weird
But I swear my vision too clear
Feel my presence, know who's here