Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blinding, artist - Jay Electronica. Album song A Written Testimony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
The Blinding |
This shit make you wanna talk crazy, crazy, crazy |
I’m tryin' to… |
Kayfa ḥal-uk? |
Kayfa ḥal-uk, habibi? |
Once upon a time there was a likkle yout, the cub of a lion |
A stowed away captive, a long way home from Zion |
The dove Prince sang about in «Purple Rain» cryin' |
To the midget you heard tale of on the shoulders of the giant |
Listen, I named my son, Sir, so you gotta call my son, «Sir» |
That boy already knighted, he ain’t even out his romper |
You speakin' on the kingdom, you better watch your tongue, sir |
I send you where you never been, you forget where I’m from, sir? |
That gossip I send bald heads, Lou Gossett out the gun, sir |
I’m brazy, I’m so brazen, I’m «Raisin in the Sun» sir |
You can catch this broad daylight, you know the Kingdom come, sir |
That wheel inside the wheel, a half a mile in circumference |
It’s the return of the Mahdi, it’s the return of the Akhis |
It’s the return of the lost and found tribe of Shabazz, the Annunakis |
It’s the return of Mr. Shakur spittin' out phlegm at paparazzi |
That’s my new style |
Blinding (Hit-Boy) |
Blinded by the light |
See the stars and our sun |
The gift that keeps givin' like Babushka |
Kush crushed up in the studio, rollin' Kate Bush up |
Extra, extra, it’s Mr. Headlines |
Who signed every contract and missed the deadlines |
40 days, 40 nights, tryna live up to the hype |
It’s the road less traveled, it’s the one who missed the flights |
Hov hit me up like, «What, you scared of heights? |
Know your sister tired of workin', gotta do her something nice» |
I’m like, «Don't he know I stay up for Falon late nights?» |
She need bread, she need rice, she need threads, she need ice |
Either tell it to my bank account or say it to the dice |
When I lay down in my bed it’s like my head in the vice |
When I look inside the mirror all I see is flaws |
When I look inside the mirror all I see is Mars |
In the wee hours of night, tryna squeeze out bars |
Bismillah, just so y’all could pick me apart? |
Blinding |
Blinded by the light |
See the stars and our sun |
Hit Boy |
G. Ry got me |