| Open my eyes |
| All of the things I miss |
| Always disguised |
| Trough hidden messages |
| Open my eyes, yeah |
| All of the things I miss |
| They always disguised, yeah, yeah |
| Through hidden messages |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m blinded by the finer things, big cribs and diamond chains |
| It’s wild how life can change, it pours when it’s time to rain |
| Why they tryna own my lane? Seal another fifty-pack |
| I walked away years ago, they kept tryna bring me back |
| Life was simple when I used to grab the rental |
| Before the presidential and the private residential |
| I was lost, fightin' demons, tryin' duck the devil |
| They call this luck, none of this was accidental |
| A hundred miles an hour, take my foot off the pedal |
| Before I crash, in my stash, I took cash by the medal |
| Gotta keep your eyes open when you reach this level |
| Hidden message left on read, I’m sure I got several |
| Open my eyes |
| All of the things I miss |
| Always disguised |
| Trough hidden messages |
| Open my eyes, yeah |
| All of the things I miss |
| They always disguised, yeah, yeah |
| Through hidden messages |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, and I’m tryna keep my eyes open |
| I’m rollin' up another one, get rich or die smokin' |
| Life lessons hit different when you see the signs |
| Ignore 'em on purpose, if I could press rewind |
| I would bring it back to '98 and do it all again |
| With a much smaller circle, was it worth it? It depends |
| Memories are everything, that’s somethin' they can’t take |
| In an eight-bedroom home, I’m starin' at the lake |
| Fuck fate, I’m tryna navigate a better life |
| It’s hard to stay woke when you’re broke and your head ain’t right |
| Tell him, «Meet me at the spot,» make sure his bread is right |
| I try and follow my gut but I’m never right |
| Open my eyes |
| All of the things I miss |
| Always disguised |
| Trough hidden messages |
| Open my eyes, yeah |
| All of the things I miss |
| They always disguised, yeah, yeah |
| Through hidden messages |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ooh-ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Ooh, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, open my eyes, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |