Caught Their Eyes

Album: 4:44 (2017)
Charted: 63
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  • Ready for it
    I'm ready for it
    Yeah
    Ah

    East-side nigga with the feets high nigga
    With that Lisa
    Talking about that Lisa nigga
    With that Westside nigga
    With that Eastside
    That dance, uh

    Your eyes speak the truth with everything else, lies
    They pretend we can but the vibes don't fly, bruh
    I survived reading guys like you
    I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths
    I seen eyes wide as they about to shoot
    You can be a hairpin off and you can trigger your roots
    I wave to these haters, don't give me dap
    You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh
    Y'all body language is all remedial
    How could you see the difference between you and I?
    My crash course was much tougher
    Around friends who kill they friends
    Then hug they friends' mothers
    And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares
    Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there
    Memories may sneak down my cheek
    But I could see a side eye in my sleep

    Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
    Eyes open them up, take off the coins
    Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
    I'm ready for earth, ready for real
    Solipsistic admit it, I see you there
    So it seems, so you seem
    I can't tell if your image is just a flare
    In my dreams, in my dreams

    I sat down with Prince, eye to eye
    He told me his wishes before he died
    Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind
    They only see green from them purple eyes
    They eyes hide, they eyes high
    My eyes wide shut to all the lies
    These industry niggas, they always been fishy
    But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
    This guy had 'Slave' on his face
    You think he wanted the masters with his masters?
    You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house
    I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket
    Don't big bro me, don't big homie
    I've seen pure admiration become rivals
    I've been to Paris at least two times
    I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful

    Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
    Eyes open them up, take off the coins
    Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
    I'm ready for earth, ready for real
    Solipsistic admit it, I see you there
    So it seems, so you seem
    I can't tell if your image is just a flare
    In my dreams, in my dreams

    Hoping I can touch what I feel (hoping, what)
    I've been ready for this for real
    Hoping I can touch what I see (hoping, what)
    'Cause I've been ready for you, for real

    Look, you've done enough
    Have you no sense of decency, sir?
    At long last, have you left no sense of decency?

    East-side nigga with the feets high nigga (hoping I can touch what I feel)
    With that Lisa
    Talking about that Lisa nigga (I've been ready for this for real)
    With that Westside nigga
    With that Eastside, uh Writer/s: Christopher Francis Ocean, Ernest Dion Wilson, Randy Newman, Shawn C. Carter
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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