โหลดเพลง mp3 Eyes on Paper - Trae Tha Truth

Eyes on Paper - Trae Tha Truth/Z-RO
Boy
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your mind on

Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes
Keep your eyes
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
F**k family and f**k friends too
It's just me and my strap homie
Yeah I was that nerd n**ga
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 b**ches
I keep my mind on
Grave on yeah
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on

Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
I got my mind on that 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
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your eyes keep your eyes
Keep your mind on
Keep your mind on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your eyes on
Keep your mind on