I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry Never too much, never too much, so much I just cashed out on my neck, that's a house Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it So much ice,

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

'Cause ain't nobody takin' my baby I don't care about an argument I'll still be here tomorrow I gotta room up in the city, we can play finish the bottle I'll pour you up, we'll work on us I wanna be clear, I'm stayin' right here Your heart weighs a ton

Gotta let 'em know I'm here You know my vision clear Yeah, gotta let 'em know I'm here Gotta know my vision clear I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear I made a dub last year and

Oh there ain't no diamonds in the boredom So be clear, be clear Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more Oh there ain't no darkness that I fear So be clear, just to be clear All I am is the bones you made for me so garishly clean White as the horses,

But it ain't for you to know I'm to myself like the usual I'm tryna know what the future holds I'm thinkin' clear never losin' hope Nothing's ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay Like 40 & Dre But it ain't for you to knoww Sometimes I gotta be

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

Everybody look what's going down Stop, what's that sound? I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time

When I'm looking up at you I'll colour me blue Only seeing myself Anything it takes to make you stay I know you're seeing black and white So I'll paint you a clear blue sky Without you I am colour-blind It's raining every time I open my eyes

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some