All Eyes

[Intro: DVG]
Where did you look
When I told you I was lost?
Too many eyes out there
And make it about you (make it about you)
Where did you hide? where did you run?
Where did you hide? The moment is blind
Why am I low, low , low?

[Chorus: DVG]
I dont want to pose no more
Fuck your friends
And all they' thoughts
I never liked them anyway
Why I always checkin' on your ass everyday?
Hard to look away. (away, away)

[Verse 1]
Too many lies. Its hard to light the truth
You're a distraction from me, but I think thats what I need, need out of you
Need out of you, need out of you, thats what I need out of you
Need out of you, need out of you, thats what I need out of you

[Verse 2: Maesu]
There's some things I've been running from in life
And now I might give in to it
I might get into it, into it
I might get into it, into it

[DVG: Chorus]
I dont want to pose no more
Fuck your friends
And all they' thoughts
I never liked them anyway
Why I always checkin' on your ass everyday?
Hard to look away. (away, away)

[Maesu: Verse 3]
Feeling the hype from something that I grew
Getting reactions outta me, only because I believe
Believed in you. Believing in you, believing in you
I believed in you. Believing in you, believing in you
I believed in you
Lot of fuckboys tryna take my spice
Don't hit me up, don't ask me for no advice
Never voiced success, never wore that shit in my life
I know what's gon' come when its right
You was only there for the fun and its like
These cameras feel like guns when im piped
Pictures, pictures pictures, but

[Maesu & DVG : Chorus]
I don't want to pose no more
Fuck your friends
And all they' thoughts
I never liked them anyway
Why I always checkin' on your ass everyday?
Hard to look away. (away, away)
(you know you're no good to me)
(you know you're no good)

[DVG : Bridge]
Are idle hands, idle lies?
Flashing lights, dramatic lives
Sinking low low low
Why are we sinking so low?

[DVG: Verse 4 & outro]
Why you acting all the time?
You post that shit online like I ain't got no lines
Don't try to inbox me I don't fuck with mimes
Your fakeness must have cut me 'cos you're outta line
But of course I'll come and pick you up because I, I, I,I, I
Can't help it
I said I, I, I, I, I, I can't help it

(why do you look?)