Everytime I Blink Songtext
von BLEU

(Al Geno on the track)
Hmm, hmm
It was never ′posed to be this way

Count a million every time I blink, (every time I blink) yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, (for the Cuban links) yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer working, (got my lawyer working) yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well (see me well)
We ship the work, that's why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullets shells got me traumatized
Running through racks, gotta watch my back, can′t see my mama cry


Yeah, yeah
She just want a lace front and some mink lashes
But she can't get nothing but the D, just like I'm barely passing
Young nigga swerving in that Bentley, like I′m about to crash it
I′m out in Cali with the gang, I'm smoking calabasas
I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch
And you might think we going fishing, we rods in this bitch
You ain′t making no noise in this bitch, because we gon' blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get too reaching

Four in the morning, get to creeping
Nigga, they yawning and they sleeping
My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon
Niggas told me this my season, I ain′t turned back yet
Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah
My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just for playing on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah (for his block, yeah)

My chains hitting like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix (my jeweler from Phoenix)
They ask why you in Palm Angels while you riding a demon? (Riding a demon)
Even though we be hearing stories, that little hoe swallow my semen
Free Duke and juice, my niggas blood down the road like
Grew up by myself, don′t even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way much money on this styrofoam (money on this styrofoam)


They say little mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah (like some ashes, yeah, yeah)
I was thinking about him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn (see some matches, yeah)
That nigga was speaking on my name, fifty thousand on my chain
He said the last one was zen (it was zen)
Six figures nigga, I'm still on the block
Two hundred on my car dash like I'm Travis Scott
Two hundred on my car dash like I′m Kanye West

Count a million every time I blink (every time I blink) yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links(f or the Cuban links) yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer working (got my lawyer working) yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah (fuck you)
Look past the surface, you might see me well (see me well)
We ship the work, that′s why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullets shells got me traumatized
Running through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry