| Opia
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| The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye
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| Which can feel both invasive and vulnerable
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| You’re a mess young boy, you’re a mess young boy
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| (I'm a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess)
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| Open your eyes, open your eyes
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| Open your eyes
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| I just see it different
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| Oranges and apples
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| One nation under God
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| Foreclosing the chapel
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| Everybody’s sinning while they pointing fingers
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| High horse getting straddled
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| Even I’ll snake, If my baby need a rattle
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| One day he gon' detox like Dr Dre dropping Detox
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| They say one day he gon' detox
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| He ain’t gon' detox, nah
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| They only see depression when they see the scars
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| Thinking you a big fish they don’t see you dreaming in a pond
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| Here we go
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| Open your eyes and see (Opia)
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| All you have is all you need
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| Open your eyes and see (Opia)
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| All you have is all you need
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| (Praying for telekinesis)
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| You’re a mess young boy, you’re a mess young boy
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| (Telekinesis for all my neices)
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| Open your eyes, open your eyes)
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| Open your eyes
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| I’m an Ethiopic claustrophobic, my city atrocious
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| Think our violence is bad, our politicians is bogus
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| My insurance don’t cover all the drugs that I’m dosing
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| Don’t need diagnosis to see prognosis is hopeless
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| Optometrist, optimist seeing optical opposites
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| Two sides of my city seeing opposite obstacles
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| They Blink 182, when I blink 187
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| All my dogs been to jail, we just waitin' to go to heaven
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| We ain’t gotta touch for eye contact
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| Suicide, where my mind run laps
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| Be careful not to wash up on shore
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| You can still drown running from sharks
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| Hey Iron Man, they don’t want Tony Stark
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| Say you wanna be Mr. 106 & Park
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| Bow Wow, crowds, now
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| Italian brows, scowl, clowns, Ciao
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| Go and open up your eyes
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| Take a walk in shoes not your size
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| Chance made the Grammys all online
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| I’mma take the westside all worldwide
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| We can change the world with a whole sixteen
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| Niggas think it’s sweet like they all sixteen
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| You Buy, Buy, Buy but you ain’t N’Sync
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| I been a strategist since age fifteen
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| Look me in my eyes
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| And tell me what’s inside
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| Though my frame move too fast sometimes
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| For my heart to catch up, but that’s alright
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| Open your eyes and see (Opia)
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| All you have is all you need
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| Open your eyes and see (Opia)
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| Open your eyes |