Camel Eyes lyrics

by

Conway the Machine



Homie best believe my standards high
Keep a shooter and a b**** who kinda camera shy
Walk through Amsterdam pockets have got my hand inside
I need to smoke exotic chronic just to get a standard high (cough cough)
Yo this switchblade killed the samurai
Just took your chain and left your man alive with damaged pride (haha)
Catch me out In Venezuela eating camel eyes
Sniffin Pamela Anderson like I’m
Verified (sniff)
Spent counterfeit 20s at delis just to get the change (uh huh)
How you out here staring blankly at the mess you made (damn)
He be lucky if he see me and don’t catch the fade
Precedented, get to destinations in a Escalade (skkrt)
Spoken through porcelain teeth, yo what your fortune read (what’s it say)?
Who absorbed the northeast with a corporate greed?
I feel like Orson Wells with a quart of lean
Won the series 4-3, my conduct been disorderly
If he ain’t got nothing for us he get extorted free (uh huh)
I’m in the Florida Keys, brodie watching these hoes ignoring me
I’m cordial, just been living how I’m supposed to do
My amount of success has been leaving most confused (how’d he do that?)
Dude I’m walking my collar stained with Taylorport
I’m like the Mayor of New York in day to day reports
Inspiration safe to say I been a major source
Wonder how I got in this position tell em stay the course
Remember, stay the course

Look, you catch your first body you gotta finish it
So after you catch the body gotta get rid of it
Excited times, the life of crime sh*t I was livin it
I knew I would either be doing or writing sentences
Luckily it’s the latter
See my potential is limitless, bullet wound in my neck now I’m covered in 10 Tennises
Yeah, I’m in the spot with the Big llama
Ran up my bands, Cook yams good as big momma
Drumwork Thanksgiving whole family eating
Machine let his hammer off for any reason
Gimme my flowers
I came along way from makin real dollars
Sell it to a feign look like Bill Cowherd
I still tower over n*****, it’s still Griselda this rap s*** is still ours
They feel sour
F*** it, them maricons know the time I’m on
Get me outta my zone get your body blown
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