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Dazed Video (MV)




Performed By: Ceelos
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Carlos Zavala III




Ceelos - Dazed Lyrics




In back ready to pop
In the front ready to rock
F*ck with my Gs
Ready to eat
All of these bitches just ready to sleep
Ready to feed
On a nigga
Gripping him right
Like a trigga
Making her moves
She do what she do
Ready to die
Nothing to lose
Asking her why
How does she choose
Telling them lies
She running the news
She cries from her eyes
But don't be confused
She writes down her lies
She tells them to you
Now what can you do
Who is to blame
Labeled a player now playing this game
I am a man
I do what I can
Being myself is part of the plan

Bounce back wavy flow
Rounds packed they don't know
Now I ride
Now I slide
Down with my niggas right here tonight
Just like Mike I'm taking flight
When I'm on the mic each word is mine
When I'm on the beat each flow is gold
You sick of your thoughts
You ready to fold
Ready to mold
You do what you told
Get up and go
You worry your folks
You hold onto hoes
In spite of your goals
Nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows
Yea uh
Rapping the facts
Yea uh
Securing the bag
Keeping it G
Keeping it Me
Call the cops I'm on a killing spree
F*ck the law I'm living free
F*ck the court my life is short
This weed smoke
Tough to toke
My knees won't
Bend no more
I've already sweat out of every pore
And there ain't much I can't endure
But I always will stride on
Till I can't no more
Till the night gone
And there ain't no way
I'm wrong
Cause I lead the team
Guidon
My old life your new life
You in the game but you part time
You the one to blame while I spark mine
I keep it real and I'm level nigga
Cause troubled minds are the devil nigga
Visions blind by the bezel nigga

Never change up
Never fall out
Stay calm ball out
This weed breeze on me
Break necks softly
This tough flow
Fort Knox
My last job ain't hot
This music must pop
My haters
Must drop
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In back ready to pop
In the front ready to rock
F*ck with my Gs
Ready to eat
All of these bitches just ready to sleep
Ready to feed
On a nigga
Gripping him right
Like a trigga
Making her moves
She do what she do
Ready to die
Nothing to lose
Asking her why
How does she choose
Telling them lies
She running the news
She cries from her eyes
But don't be confused
She writes down her lies
She tells them to you
Now what can you do
Who is to blame
Labeled a player now playing this game
I am a man
I do what I can
Being myself is part of the plan

Bounce back wavy flow
Rounds packed they don't know
Now I ride
Now I slide
Down with my niggas right here tonight
Just like Mike I'm taking flight
When I'm on the mic each word is mine
When I'm on the beat each flow is gold
You sick of your thoughts
You ready to fold
Ready to mold
You do what you told
Get up and go
You worry your folks
You hold onto hoes
In spite of your goals
Nigga lord knows
Nigga lord knows
Yea uh
Rapping the facts
Yea uh
Securing the bag
Keeping it G
Keeping it Me
Call the cops I'm on a killing spree
F*ck the law I'm living free
F*ck the court my life is short
This weed smoke
Tough to toke
My knees won't
Bend no more
I've already sweat out of every pore
And there ain't much I can't endure
But I always will stride on
Till I can't no more
Till the night gone
And there ain't no way
I'm wrong
Cause I lead the team
Guidon
My old life your new life
You in the game but you part time
You the one to blame while I spark mine
I keep it real and I'm level nigga
Cause troubled minds are the devil nigga
Visions blind by the bezel nigga

Never change up
Never fall out
Stay calm ball out
This weed breeze on me
Break necks softly
This tough flow
Fort Knox
My last job ain't hot
This music must pop
My haters
Must drop
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Writer: Carlos Zavala III
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