Weeze - CIA

I could turn to CIA, make the masses led astray
I been crankin' CD waves, while I'm on the interstate
Floatin' in the Milky Way, gettin' cheese, no Monterey
In the game you overstay, all my punch lines ricochet
Man, I'll never stray away, all my thoughts are underpaid
Already finished high grade that we bought just yesterday
Now it's GG game, feelin' on her brain
This is not a faze, you could follow through the maze
(Uh), this maze so long, this maze so short, it's been so long, put it on me, sure
You tellin' me that I was wrong? On what accord?
Too many opinions of the sheep, now the lion roars
Been holdin' this in since like '01, boy, I do not know you
You are just like old skunk, I can't even hold you
Honor of a soldier, movin' in Toyota's
Forcin' just a better scene, might go South Dakota
Anyway I'm sober, I'm driving but I'm—
Holdup, holdup, wait up, I said it's F closure, closure
Yuh
Aye
Try and take my vibe, shit would never work, I'm that raven third eye
Teach you what is real, I can't feel, so I try
I been reachin' for the sky, watch me live 'til I die
Now I'm unnerved, I don't hang with you 'cause you just a poser
Now I notice, that I'm Snowden, always tellin' the truth I'm feelin' golden, (go in)
I could turn to CIA, make the masses led astray
I been crankin' CD waves, while I'm on the interstate
Floatin' in the Milky Way, gettin' cheese, no Monterey
In the game you overstay, all my punch lines ricochet
Man, I'll never stray away, all my thoughts are underpaid
Already finished high grade that we bought just yesterday
Now it's GG game, feelin' on her brain
This is not a faze, you could follow through the maze
(Uh), feels like déjà vu, drinkin' out that bottle
Oh she a model, go read the Bible
The way she wanna do me wrong, devil's remorse
It's making me weak, why you calling me the evil source?
I'm bottled up, yes I told you, turn you into cold cuts
Chop it up slow, homie chirp go slower
Everywhere we go, gotta' bring a lawnmower
Grindin' for a buck, cut me and I bleed cold blood
Grindin' for the tees that'll cost about four Bs
I mean, four blues, four hundreds, "Who are you?" in the Jimmy Choo store
I don't even know you know more
Aye
Aye
Chop it up, chop my vocal, okay, I stay local
I be in the party but I wouldn't say I'm social
Youngins in the corner, doin' what we do
I smoke it to the roof, I'm standing on the moon

Written by:
Emanuel Chuckran

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