Z-Ro feat. Paul Wall - Eyes on Paper текст песни

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Uh, I was down on my last down

With my stomach touching my back

Instead of my partner's helping me

I was what they were laughing at

Can't approach the girl of your dreams

With pro-wiens and wragger jeans

So wife five-four shirt

With the collar plus no dollar

It's been a long time since I slept outside

Next door to my daddy house

Back then Darrell Louis would smack

They Junior in my daddy house

I'm not trippin', I'm actually glad

That they turned there backs on me

Fuck family and fuck friends too

It's just me and my strap, homie

Yeah, I was that nerd nigga

Yesterday the day I rapped, homie

A pocket full of pencils

But came a pistol in my lap, homie

I was voted most likely

To become a teacher

Everybody class is in session

Put'cha ears up and a mirror speaker

And the day's lesser than simple

If you don't work, you don't eat

And the lowest level of a man is

When he is living on the street

Whatever you put in the game

The game goin' give back to you playa

That's why my mind ain't on these bitches

I keep my mind on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

I got my mind on that paper, man

I'm thinking 'bout them stacks

My motivation is being sold in Cadillac's

My decoration is candy coats and super posts

My worst nightmare's waking up and being broke

My mind frame is 'Go get it' with no excuse

If all that crying though help me

Then tell me what's the use?

My hustle schedule is all night and all day

If there some paper to be made

Then I'm on the way

My daily routine is stacking chains and hitting licks

I use my with stick go get it and stack them chips

The haters bumping they lips to try to throw me off

But my eyes on the green like I was playing golf

I'll never ease up mashing until the day I croak

I'll be eighty selling med's to old folks

I keep my mind on bread just like a baker

My eyes on that paper till I meet my maker

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

See, I might beat a chick up

Or should I'da and take the hoe home

When you meet a chick, you fuckin' the next day

Her homies go home

But in my crib the type of shenanigans

Just don't go on

Thinking I'm goin' pay to see your pussy

Bitch, you got me so wrong

I might spend a little here

Spend a little there

Never spend any of it on pussy

I'm a real player

Early birds get the worm

I'm up when the cock crows

I'm a slip in the baker read

'Cause I promise I got doe

This ain't pay rent money

This play with money

When my friends stop playing with me

I started to play with money

My nigga, my ass

Ain't not one of y'all my nigga no mo'

Except for Jimbo, one night he caught me

Creepin' up out of da bibyo

Even though I was down on my luck

So he threw me a bone

Put money in my pocket

Put me in a room and then my nigga was gone

Ever since then I been

Tasting paper like paper murder

One of my people have money

Ain't grown in love of it is evil

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes on paper

Keep your mind on paper

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes

Keep your eyes, keep your eyes on paper

Z-RO , Paul Wall - Eyes on Paper

Текст песни Eyes on Paper - Z-RO , Paul Wall