CKaen - Tunnel Vision (feat. Wysheid)

Got tunnel vision, I'm tryna focus on myself
Shorty get in clinic because you need a little help
And all of the weather ain't doing good for mental health
And I'm still recovering from all your pictures on my shelf
Homies over we kickin' it
Fuck it we get to sippin' and
We talk about shorties, I'm horny and now I'm missin' it
Feet in the pool we dippin' 'em
Block out the voice I'm hearin' and
She still reminds me of the timing that I get wrong every time and when I'm high I feel like I'm losing my mind When I'm high up the sky and the altitudes getting high, the air begins to get dry and I can't come down, fuck it now I'm goin' to fly
The voices come out my mind
And now I've lost track of time
Feel like I'm free falling, falling till I fly like a kite
Let go of my string you hold tight
So I can get out of sight
I'm gonna lose all of my trust again so Me, Myself, and I will always stay by my side,
Yuh

Dig up my grave, ghostly pain of dosing thangs to get a high state
Motives changed, hope has came and I've strayed
From holiness, the testaments and reverence of heaven's sense for a nice chain
Baby, listen bae to keep it Frank, I'mma do shit my way
Breathe them, weed crumbs in your cerebrum, make ya fly to the moon
Tweedledee and tweedledum, propaganda celebrated but it's providing' doom
Mad world, ran by politician villains killin' to see a nigga dead
Jack my cheese, figures and bread, you can't bake shit if you cookin' from the baker's rec
Ipe, my peeps to keep it honest, love and lust, synonymic harmonics
Heal ya feelings, just a sinful rummage disguised to the eyes as plentiful tonic
At any moment, a nigga's soul gets blowed, for talkin' smooth like delfonics
We'll come with, some wisdom
Play the straight road, not da weighing weight payroll, so you don't bunk in prison
Gotta change those morals, make ya bank go floral, black man fuck the system
Face it, faceless racists don't wanna see my colored brothers make chips
Undercover cops leave us chopped under river covers, till our face gets
Bruised and beaten, the views I'm seein', dreamin' that we'd been seen equal creations
Know my ancestors cryin, viewin we peacefully and equally placed, shit
A nigga don't know what to think, heart cold as the titanic
And damn it, my head's bout to sink
Messin' with bars and hoes, damage came and made me wiser in what to bring
Tellin' you all, so you don't trip like me or be bitch fighting' and slip on a queen
Ravines, of pussy, goodie, drug cookies
Hooky, ugly druggie, ugly duckies swimming in ponds
I could wonder for days, still my vision would be flung
A few impressive adolescents, listening to songs
Slipped from right into wrong, only 13 workin' and servin crack and hittin' bongs
All of them got tunneled vision in their minds
All of them got tunneled vision in their minds
All of them got tunneled vision in their minds

Written by:
Cameron Keffer, Noah Boston

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