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Thoughts Video (MV)




Performed By: OZ Blanco
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Oscar Blanco




OZ Blanco - Thoughts Lyrics




Even at my lowest I would always try to give a hand
People doing wrong so I guess they wouldn't understand
Always played my part, but I started not to give a damn
Always kept my heart realizing that it was in the plan
I'm in a jam, never scared, mother f*cker jamming hoe
Ray Bans on, I'm playing on my piano slow
Any motion could be eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Moving it like Fidel, to the Pablo, to the Castro
Effortless when I put in effort, cause I could f*ck yo bitch and act like I never met her
And I could cut up shit like a nigga name is Edward
And you don't wanna hear me on my worst, you haven't seen me on my worse
Choose the peace, f*ck a curse , and ya wickedest ways
Cause a nigga like me done been through them wickedest days
Couldn't step foot in my shoes and walk a mile to get saved
Looking down on some niggas thinking that they be great
Sky blue my horizon I could see through the shade
I know they want my vision blurry, I could peep through the grey
Snowboarding, and I'm skiing, and I'm bout to go skate
Doing donuts in a foreign after that rollerblade
I'm Gone

That's real shit you know
It's all it could ever be

Parking lot pimping parlaying for like 3 hours long
Reminiscing bitches and thinking of how I did em wrong
Never my intentions or scripted to ever break a heart
Would of been different if I knew it from the f*cking start
Or maybe it was me being all caught up
In my asshole ways, when I should of thought of
Being more mature what the f*ck I was young
I give it up to the lord cause a nigga ain't dumb
And I can't knock my momma down, on how I was brought up
But when it's coming to survival, gotta sacrifice love
Dad couldn't be a idol so I got no f*cking idols
And I'm noticing as you come up, these idols become rivals
So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust
Im Gone
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Even at my lowest I would always try to give a hand
People doing wrong so I guess they wouldn't understand
Always played my part, but I started not to give a damn
Always kept my heart realizing that it was in the plan
I'm in a jam, never scared, mother f*cker jamming hoe
Ray Bans on, I'm playing on my piano slow
Any motion could be eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Moving it like Fidel, to the Pablo, to the Castro
Effortless when I put in effort, cause I could f*ck yo bitch and act like I never met her
And I could cut up shit like a nigga name is Edward
And you don't wanna hear me on my worst, you haven't seen me on my worse
Choose the peace, f*ck a curse , and ya wickedest ways
Cause a nigga like me done been through them wickedest days
Couldn't step foot in my shoes and walk a mile to get saved
Looking down on some niggas thinking that they be great
Sky blue my horizon I could see through the shade
I know they want my vision blurry, I could peep through the grey
Snowboarding, and I'm skiing, and I'm bout to go skate
Doing donuts in a foreign after that rollerblade
I'm Gone

That's real shit you know
It's all it could ever be

Parking lot pimping parlaying for like 3 hours long
Reminiscing bitches and thinking of how I did em wrong
Never my intentions or scripted to ever break a heart
Would of been different if I knew it from the f*cking start
Or maybe it was me being all caught up
In my asshole ways, when I should of thought of
Being more mature what the f*ck I was young
I give it up to the lord cause a nigga ain't dumb
And I can't knock my momma down, on how I was brought up
But when it's coming to survival, gotta sacrifice love
Dad couldn't be a idol so I got no f*cking idols
And I'm noticing as you come up, these idols become rivals
So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust

So I'm fastening my seatbelt as I load up my gut
Feeling
Telling me these niggas I cannot trust
Im Gone
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Writer: Oscar Blanco
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