• 标题:Ray Charles
  • 歌手:Chiddy Bang
  • 专辑:Breakfast
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    (Ray Charles) Ooh boy, open your eyes
    A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
    Ooh boy, better think twice
    I got that honey, that sugar, that spice (Ray Charles)
    Yeah, hey yo I'm feelin' like Ray Charles
    I got my shades on, I don't know where they are
    You couldn't find me even if you had a radar
    And I spit rapidly AKAR
    I make the music with the soul of a blind man
    They be amazed how I get them ladies that cry, "yeah"
    And they try to do it, but they're blind to the fact
    That they're stuck in a trap and stayin' right where they at
    But I'm Ray Charles, Miss A calls
    Talkin' to my dime and I miss 8 calls
    And I spit tough, bet you I'mma last Great Wall
    I'm goin' ape y'all, I'm the new Ray Charles
    I don't need no walking stick, my shit cost a grip
    I get out the mouthwash if you talkin' shit
    And I can hear the evil, but I won't see it
    And if the blunt go out, you better reheat it
    I got my black shades on, smokin' 'til it's numb
    Head to he sky, feelin' so on
    Ray Charles, I'm-I'm Ray Charles
    I got the black J's on, dancin' my the song
    Lookin' so fly and I'm feelin' so gone
    I'm Ray Charles, I'm-I'm Ray Charles
    Ooh boy, open your eyes
    I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
    And I think I'm preheated, oven
    They hear me spit, they think they know me like they cousin
    But it's okay, we at the door that mean's we're buzzin'
    Now that's McDonald's and baby I think I'm lovin', it
    But you know that size doesn't fit
    MC Hammer with this shit, like why the fuck would I quit
    Let's hire 40 people and get like 40 cars
    And I wouldn't even drive cause I would be Ray Charles
    See us and say, "Whattup?" like how the fuck is he talkin'
    He don't even trip, like how the fuck is he walkin'
    I'm blind man, yeah, like the Three Blind Mice
    And them haters, I'mma throw it on 'em
    Tell 'em I don't need no walkin' stick, my shit costs a grip
    You're too blind to see it (Ray Charles)
    I got my black shades on, smokin' 'til it's numb[You're too blind to see it]
    I got the black J's on, dancin' my the song[You're too blind to see it]