Caught Their Eyes

F#m
Ready for it
F#m
I'm ready for it
F#m   A
Yeah, ahh

A C#m
Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
A                           C#m
Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga
F#m
With that Eastside, that dance, uh

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

B                                        F#m
Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
B                      A
Eyes open them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you
B              A
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
B
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
                       A
So it seems, so you seem
B                        A
I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare
B                     A
In my dreams, in my dreams

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

B                                        F#m
Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
B                      A
Eyes open them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you
B              A
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
B
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
                       A
So it seems, so you seem
B                        A
I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare
B                     A
In my dreams, in my dreams

B
I've been out of touch for a couple years
A              F#m            A
I've been ready for this for real
F#m                A
Hopin' I can touch what I see
F#m                                   A
'Cause I've been ready for you, for real

B
Look, you've done enough
F#m
Have you no sense of decency, sir?
B                       A
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?
F#m
Eastside nigga with the feets high
A
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
F#m                                         A
Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga
F#m                     A
With that Eastside, uh

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