ZL - Look Away

Look away, look away, blinded by these haters, put on my shades
Fade away, fade away, like I'm Kawahi winning games
Shoot away, shoot away, hit em with the fire, leak out their brains
Give me that nice chain, nice chain, got my red Balmain, Balmain
Keep that strap on me, strap on me, no lesbo
See the opps on the corner, do a endo
Go to the lot, cop that new white Benzo
I do this shit for real, not for the trend, no
Sorry for some of these bars, don't mean to offend
I just do this shit for fun, not trying to be JID
Blast that shit around, shit got surround sound
Really calling me the king, give me my crown
Not talking bout LeBron, but I have found
A new sound, that will go down
As one of the best around, really made my mom proud
Now I'm high in the sky, I'm on a cloud now
Bullets fuck up his digestion, let me give you a suggestion
Bullets fucked him up, fucked up his sight, really made him
Look away, look away, blinded by these haters, put on my shades
Fade away, fade away, like I'm Kawahi winning games
Shoot away, shoot away, hit em with the fire, leak out their brains
Give me that nice chain, nice chain, got my red Balmain, Balmain
Cruising down the street, got my forces on
Probably don't wanna see me in my zone
If you don't got the money for it, don't hit up my phone
Baby I'm really entering my prime
If you stick with me through this shit, I'll be fine
Sit down with me while I'm recording, won't pass you like Jordan
Want you all to myself, guess I be hoarding
Look away, look away, blinded by these haters, put on my shades
Fade away, fade away, like I'm Kawahi winning games
Shoot away, shoot away, hit em with the fire, leak out their brains
Give me that nice chain, nice chain, got my red Balmain, Balmain
Gotta switch it up, gotta switch it up, put some more purple in my cup
Fill it up, fill it up, shit, now I gotta double up, double up
Just copped a new lamb truck, shit goes fast as fuck
Traveling through the snow, must be on my neck, I got stuck
I'm feeling really tipsy, let's go play with my blicky
Watch out the trigger's really sticky, shit's about to get icky
On the plane, traveling to London for this shit, I'm funding
Always talking shit, I don't get why you running
Look away, look away, blinded by these haters, put on my shades
Fade away, fade away, like I'm Kawahi winning games
Shoot away, shoot away, hit em with the fire, leak out their brains
Give me that nice chain, nice chain, got my red Balmain, Balmain
Feeling like I'm about to have a fun time, about to hop in a DeLorean, see if you'll be mine
Damn, I'm really high, really high, really, really high

Written by:
Zach Lund

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