Текст песни Blind Eye - T.H.C (The Harlem Child)

T. H. C
Oh yeah I step on 'em keys
Oh yeah I step on 'em keys

Seeing the snakes in the grass, but I pay 'em no mind(pay 'em no mind)
Letting them live as along they don't interfere with my grind('frere in my grind)
My dog is my dog he be leading the way, I pretend that I'm blind(pretend that I'm blind)
Dig in the dirt, looking for treasure, I'm what you find

Blind eye, see it through this blind eye
Over look the bullshit that I'm seeing with this blind eye
Blind eye, blind eye
Shit made me a wise guy
Walking with that stick, I got my dog they tryna blind side

I got enemies and frenemies
They front and they act like they friends to me
I know who they pretend to be
I don't need negative energy
Trust me, trust me I seen it all
Sometimes I feel like I'm Illuminati
They want my mind, and they want my body
Plotting on me, but I got the drop
Exposing these niggas like Poppa doc
A star on these tracks like Doctor spoc

They snitching, they mad that I'm out the box
Much rather see me in jail to rot
Won't wish that on my worst foe
Swear that I wish 'em the worst though
Rather seeing 'em in a hearse flow
Prolly why I'm feeling this curse though
Hail Mary pocket full of grace

They fake smiling all in my face
Clouding my vision I feel the mace
They lucky as hell I don't feel a case
Hating on me, who they emulate?
They want me to wild and incriminate
Hope that this record just motivate
My niggas who down and don't see a way

Seeing the snakes in the grass but I pay 'em no mind(pay 'em no mind)
Letting them live as along they don't interfere with my grind('fere with my grind)
My dog is my dog, he be leading the way I pretend that I'm blind(pretend that I'm blind)
Dig in the dirt, looking for treasure I'm what you find

Blind eye see it through this blind eye
Over look the bullshit that I'm seeing with this blind eye
Blind eye, blind eye
Shit made me a wise guy
Walking with that stick, I got my dog, they tryna blind side

I'm seeing the snakes in the grass I don't bother
They hate on my grind, but it make me go harder
The world is the clique that I rep and I'm part of
My circle get small but pockets get larger
Use to be dumb but I wisened up
My foot on they neck till my time is up
The judge on my dick wanna lock me up
The cops a be glad if they shot me up
I feel the vibes man the shit is clear
These phonies ain't really how they appear

Dive in the game it's my fucking year
What's on ya chest? you don't gotta stare
They know I'm the truth, why they gotta lie?
The really don't want it all in they eye
Front like I'm blind but got every eye
If I really wanted it'd be beddy bye

Yea I know I got two eyes
But I choose to use the third one
Casket, casket they deserve one
Wait until they really earn one
Chilling, chilling till they turn come
Smart as hell till I turn dumb
Reigning on them till the worms come
Presidenting to my terms done

Seeing the snakes in the grass but I pay 'em no mind(pay 'em no mind)
Letting them live as along they don't interfere with my grind('fere with my grind)
My dog is my dog, he be leading the way, I pretend that I'm blind(pretend that I'm blind)
Dig in the dirt, looking for treasure, I'm what you find

Blind eye, see it through this blind eye
Over look the bullshit that I'm seeing with this blind eye
Blind eye, blind eye
Shit made me a wise guy(wise guy)
Walking with that stick I got my dog
They tryna blind side(blind side, blindside)

T.H.C The Harlem child
World
Let's get it