Retep - Tunnel Vision lyrics

Hook I just hope not to get tunnel vision Looking through the streets where im living (whoa oh) Sometimes its so sad to see Trying to avoid a tragedy (whoa oh) Once living good Rich neighborhood The life that he loved Was hyping him up Sometimes in the rough Diamonds get stuck And is house was the one Blesses are weapons He used to protect em He got what he wants No matter the preference Fast cars not teaching him lessons Time will fly by he soon will regret it He appreciates nothing Typical rich kid Thinks hes a listed Line of thinking so twisted Poor judgment can have him evicted 0 wishes dreams never existed He gets grants and if the money short He can buy is way to feeling uplifted To his house is the high road Hes on cloud 9 Normal life in plane sight So to reach him you got to sky dive In his minds eyes is the lime light Goes on the same flight his entire life Never down to earth personality a acquired height Were models of environment He got hostile and so tireless Got bored and annoying positive thoughts did not exist He bit the hand that fed him Obnoxious winner Humble pie thats his dinner Years later hell look back and laugh at this Because he over looked the great live he lived Not living good Poor neighborhood All out of luck Scavenged for love Can't carry the baggage Time slow as mola**es Dropping these habits Right out of the trashes A life full of ashes Lighting the matches Was the advice from the pasts Community loud gotta ask to nap Nobody around and traffic backed Apartments always in doors Always in darkness The floor above making him vomit They burning a omelet He already noxious And eyes are like faucets He slides in the closet because the nonsense Debating to hire a arson Set fire to carpet Or what it takes to stop him from barfing (because) This is a daily basis He hates it and barely makes it Both neighbors fairly racists And wants to slam his head against antique vases While mom makes payments His cash keeps saving Because hes writing And gonna be famous Life be falling apart But the rap keeps hanging Hes not fluid but he sticks to it Improvement paces Thats his only way out Blank pages are safe havens Stays strayed among project mazes His concepts are a process One day hell blow up His competition are bomb threats Even though is situation a hot mess Hes pompei in this contest For him its been a long day And he just needs the rest so