Holy Goaty - Blindside Lyrics

Blindside, ridin' through the night
Yella cutie I fucked up and broke her spine
I thought she was fine, til' she sniffed them lines
Yeah she know she love me, she got a shrine

Blindside, ridin' through the night
Yella cutie I fucked up and broke her spine
I thought she was fine, til' she sniffed them lines
Yeah she know she love me, she got a shrine

Telephone ring,
Smokin' that gas I'm teleporting
Certified influence,
I take you under my wing
Swingin' my club, Ping
You searchin' for sauce, Bing
I am a giant like Yao
My eyes are low like Ming

Backpack got just what I need
If I wanna make magic
And I think my girl the type
To really stop the traffic
Ask about me, ain't no cappin, truly overwhelming
And I think your girl the one that's bringin' down the average

She take more than two 'fore she pass it
When I feel heavy, I get tatted like Kravitz
Run like a bandit, rollin' the v's for my js
Holy durag cause I bring the waves
In front of the mirror, she gettin' all made
If you made the beat, you deserve all the praise

Playin' the game, just like I'm on the field
I'm in the North, in my backyard is a river
Takin' the shrooms, I sit on the grass and then I just chill
In about 30 minutes imma change up my fucken dimension

Blindside, ridin' through the night
Yella cutie I fucked up and broke her spine
I thought she was fine, til' she sniffed them lines
Yeah she know she love me, she got a shrine

Blindside, ridin' through the night
Yella cutie I fucked up and broke her spine
I thought she was fine, til' she sniffed them lines
Yeah she know she love me, she got a shrine

Know what I'm sayin', I can't really see ya
Put my shades on, fightin' all my demons
Ain't no business wit ya, all up in ya feelings
Switch up the weather, feel like I'm changin' the season

Different sauce, bitch I'm fly like Parakeet
Call me Luther cause I skate on her physique
Some of these niggas weak, yeah they tweak
Met her in a boutique
Now Issa winnin' streak

I know P, I know O, they know T
Got 'em at my spot, steady burnin' green
Off a coffee bean, shake like Charlie Sheen
I been clean like the dean since nineteen

You see the angel of music, he at my feet
Always switch up dimensions and now I'm stuck in between
Count down to magazines
At the casino wit yo mami, she call me slot machine
She say my face is a seat