Released on July 8, 2016

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[Intro: ScHoolboy Q & Anderson .Paak]

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Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face (Blank face)

Blank face, yo, blank face

Blank face, blank face, blank face

I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine

Uh


[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

This that fuck the blogs

The afterbell, we hang in halls

Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol

Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway

One of the homies got slayed, so we bang at the King parade

I can take you spots where gangsters walk

With real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close

Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked

Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Ho, man

I ain't been right since out the cervix

I know an M can make it perfect

It came through more than the one I worship

You know I never lied

The truth be told, the dope's been gettin' sold

He got the runny nose

Summertimes, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes

I swear the hood low as the burner get rose, I follow the city codes

My money show (Oh)

Missin' them days of honey oats

Dollar bills in mama's coat

Cartoons and bubble soap

This be the realest shit I wrote

This be that ride that hundred spoke

Red and blue from head to toe


[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Who needs a motherfuckin' friend?

You see the motherfuckin' rims

Met the devil in disguise

Look through my motherfuckin' eyes


[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]

Look at my yard, look at my block, look at my zip code

All of these lies, true to my life, word to my pencil

Take what you want, get what you like, open that window

Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple?

Look through my motherfuckin' eyes, uh

Vision impaired by the high

No cares on my mind

Couple days, I'll be fine


[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

This shit from 'round the back house

More baggies bagged than at Ralphs

In granny's plastic suede couch

Best play cat and that mouse

A minor pitchin' in major

Stay servin' dope, but we cater

Take you back to my Sega

Slammin' bones on that table

Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's

Forced to grow to a man

Before LA had the Rams

Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal

Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store

My haters came for the better and money came for the loads

Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold, uh

Fucked up the game with many flow

I been a loc since embryo

I'm ten toes, you movie role, uh

I do this shit for lifers way before

Jehri curls, cut Dickies, and sherm smoke, uh

Got so many bodies the world knows, shit

Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath, oh

But our dreams was big homie

The world done flipped on me, took my soul, then clicked on me


[Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]

Who needs a motherfuckin' friend?

You see my motherfuckin' rims

Met the devil in disguise

Look through my motherfuckin' eyes


[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]

Look at my yard, look at my block, look at my zip code

All of these lies, true to my life, word to my pencil

Take what you want, get what you like, open that window

Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple?

Look through my motherfuckin' eyes, uh

Vision impaired by the high

No cares on my mind

Couple days, I'll be fine


[Outro: Anderson .Paak]

My picture was in full frame

But my vision had distort

My memory is okay

But my feelings on point

I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go

Oh, Lord

You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold

No, Lord, yeah

I see faces at my window

My patience growin' short

I had no one to lend on

That's why that chip is so cold

Kinda like the cocaine on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros

Oh, Lord

Guess that's my curtain call, my last go

Said isn't this shit what you wanted to see? Yeah

Ain't it, though? Ain't, ain't this shit what you wanted to see?