Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Focus, artist - HOWE.
Date of issue: 07.08.2017
Song language: English
Perfect Focus |
Right hand on her thigh |
Got my left hand on the wheel |
I don’t know if I should drive |
Don’t think you know how this feel |
I know people rob and steal |
Just to try and have a meal |
I’m just trying to reach the point |
Where I do not care about bills |
I don’t really fuck with pills |
But I pop them perk o colas |
And I roll up purple kolas |
Until I find the perfect focus |
I just redivide my time |
Until I find the perfect quotient |
I just formulate my thoughts |
And then I put them into motion |
I’m just rapping in my boxers |
They just think that I’m obnoxious |
When a hoe go hit my line |
Then I just dip and dive and dodge it |
Look bitch, I am the one |
This is the start |
I have just only begun |
I will take everything |
I will take all of this |
I will take everything before I am done |
They do not see where I’m going |
They do not care what I am doing |
Or what I have done |
I do not live by the sword |
Try not to live by the sword but I’ll die by the gun |
Right hand on my nine |
Got my left hand on the wheel |
I don’t know if I should drive |
Don’t think you know how this feel |
I know people rob and steal |
Just to try and have a meal |
I’m just trying to reach the point |
Where I do not care about bills |
I don’t really fuck with pills |
But I pop them perk o colas |
And I roll up purple kolas |
Until I find the perfect focus |
I been lost in meditation |
Giving love instead of hating |
Making moves instead of waiting |
I’m not lazy but I’m patient |
I’m like cocaine laced with acid |
I’m so focused I can taste it |
I don’t care bout my placement |
I will never be complacent |
While you never leave the basement |
'Cause you life is way too static |
I just broke up out the attic |
And I’m leaving in a spaceship |
As long as I’m breathing |
You better believe it when I say shit |
'Cause I wouldn’t lie to you |
I got my right hand on her thigh |
Got my left hand on the wheel |
I don’t know if I should drive |
Don’t think you know how this feel |
I know people rob and steal |
Just to try and have a meal |
I’m just trying to reach the point |
Where I do not care about bills |
I don’t really fuck with pills |
But I pop them perk o colas |
And I roll up purple kolas |
Until I find the perfect focus |