Weary Eyes Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Weary Eyes Lyrics

    {{joe mafia}}
    I spark an l to a sunset meditatin
    Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason
    Same blocks, atf rush spots cats bubble humbly
    I'm hungry, killa bee trilogy triumphantly
    Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
    Keep your ears open for new assignments
    Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats
    Interchangeable
    Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable
    Against the grain, crown prince of the purple rain
    No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane
    Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, i'm reckless
    Coressing the flame, addressing the strange
    It's wu-tang

    Chorus: {sampled singer}
    Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright
    Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright

    {{napolean}}
    When i got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick
    Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich
    New with tricks, we went through wu-syndicate, wu ventelists
    Cop a mansion on these other land where war's parentless
    Anyway, this is clear, michaelangelo destined to blow
    And a trio with myalan' and joe m
    I'm at your gravesite, midnight ritual, candlelight
    Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike
    I'm having flashbacks of henney, jetskis blasting semi's together
    We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually
    They thought we'd break the penititeniary
    Made his mom break down at the wake mentally
    Right now its chilly and cloudy days
    Man i'm chillin with shaq in la
    I make sure d, make a sake in princeway
    Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of v.a.
    Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away
    Drift away..

    [chorus]

    {{myalansky}}
    Eh yo son your jack ringin, "what up? who this?"
    "jakes just knocked your bitch", "word up no shit"
    Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped
    Toted on talk in the range with the pipe rack
    Chips might be up under the whip
    Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin
    What if she asked about the ice that i put on her wrist?
    Thought my chick earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch
    But times i went to war and she brought extra clips
    Jack said no cell, need to tal' up the chip
    Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick

    [chorus x0.5]

    {{napolean}}
    I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets
    Legacy live 500 years like vinnie's nest
    Evil scientist, now i manifest with golden plaques
    Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
    Black guillotines, banded like king luis the 16th
    Before you blink, napolean, lock to your wife and tie her man
    Executioner, poetic conspiracy of lucifer
    Beef come for real, there's no tellin what i do to ya
    Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the jupiter
    Boys, i roll with wu-syndicate sharpshooters
    Who smuggle coke in parachuters
    Politic in silence like j edgar hoover
    To leave to switzerland, type maneuvers

    {{myalansky}}
    Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran
    Chased for presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my timbs
    Modern lights got your frame bent
    Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member
    Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless
    Ufo's, domes, the strangest invasion
    The project block locked by pavement
    Nikki bond, donna her'on, courageous, the payment
    Many attempts but couldn't save 'im
    Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats
    Can't hang with this shit, wu-syndicate, we livin this
    Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence
    My niggaz deal embezzlement

    {{joe mafia}}
    D's and iv's, unlimited cc's, roll up your long sleeves
    We in it to win it, wu-syndicate snatch penants
    Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the mercelis
    Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills
    Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of va
    Bust twin nines, we go for pollyin
    World reknowned, thunder pound bound
    The shells bounce off the wally moccasins
    You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin
    Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson
    What? flamin y'all niggaz, fuck that

    [chorus to fade]

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