Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Eyes Closed’ by 2 Pistols. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Pistols or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money
By all means instead of 2 beat, call me
Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base
Lawyer paid up, just in case I catch a sell case
Naw, I stuttin’ them crackers, magician with the work
Call it dope, boy magic, dey he go, stunntin’ again
With the top laid back put the dro in the wind
Oh, did I mention that I’m shyin’?
Blue, white, yellow, black, pink diamonds
(You already know)
That’s my favorite line
If your shit shine like mine
You would say that all the time
Frostbit neck and my wrist froze
You can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
Blue, white, yellow, black, pink diamonds
Shawty shinnin’, still grindin’, shawty shinnin’, still grindin’
I know they watchin’, I pose for the photograph
Those indictment papers, hope you want my autograph
We don’t trip, we just live live
Trying to dodge them handcuffs and them blue lights
Frostbit neck and my wrist froze
You can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
Ask them hoes with the extra blow
The nigga with the Louie luggage down in Mexico
In a A-town fitted cap, I’m so hot tower
I think I need a thunder stack
Give a f*ck about a player hater
Hit him with the tool, flush his whole radiator
Frostbit neck and my wrist froze
You can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
Blue, white, yellow, black, pink diamonds
Shawty shinnin’, still grindin’, shawty shinnin’, still grindin’
I’m 24 with 24 figures, 24 triggers, 24 inches
But I keep ’em clean so they pass for sixes
Stunnin’ on you pussy ass niggaz
72′ dope really straight shoot pass you
Flat screens, 18’s, I don’t herd shyt, pocket full of stones
I got ’em beatin’ strong, threw my speakers bitch
Young boss shyt, oh, you didn’t hear 4th generation
My granddaddy used to sell birds, who am I to f*ck tradition up
I got my ass in the kitchen water with a Bentley chip?
200k off my block bitch, I, no you thinkin’ rap
I’m thinkin’ laundry mat, clean money homie
Frostbit neck and my wrist froze
You can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
Blue, white, yellow, black, pink diamonds
Shawty shinnin’, still grindin’, shawty shinnin’, still grindin’
Ey, ey, ey