​​eyes can’t see

[Intro: Angelo Mota]
Polaroid show you what your eyes can’t see, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
Polaroid show you what your eyes can’t see
There is not a place where I can’t be
You can catch me with the rye but I’m not JD
Turning down a back street but I’m not JT
She blowing phones up, TNT, not AT
Can’t let you meet moms, I am not JB
Get touched, long arms, I am not AD
Lying like I’m on my own, like I’m not eight deep
Telling me to cool out, I am not AC
Why you think she left you, cause I’m hot baby
How you think I always got the drop baby
Touched by God, I don’t flop baby
You the feds, you a narc, you a cop, DT
I feel like dying but it’s not C3
Big league, big time, this is not JV
I am not on froze, this picante heat
Y’all corny on a Del Monte type bеat
More like C4 when it’s my CD
Brought my camеra in the club but it’s not AV
Keep passing me the bubbly, I’m not DD
And I’m drunk and in love but I’m not Jay-Z
And your new man sucks, but it’s not that deep
Going steady cause I wasn’t ready and
Oh so I’m petty

[Chorus: Angelo Mota]
If anything I just been keeping the fight here
Keeping the fight right here
It’s been a light year, it’s like I’m traveling lightyears
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door, yeah
Keeping it right here
You were my biggest fear
You were my life, you were my ride here
So it’s foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil

[Verse 2: CJ Francis IV]
Girl, you
Coulda been like my round but you curved me
Girl we go back like the FUBU jersey
Girl you coulda been glamorous like Fergie
Pink VVS diamonds like Kirby
I pop a bean, get my roll on, big timer
I wear my emotions just like new designer
Girl I told you that this shit is too rocky
For me to treat you like you was a Rihanna
Girl I’m in the six with a six on my wrist
And I balled in the club like I balled up a fist
Pulled up with the gang and we deep in this bitch
25 hoodies like Revenge of the Sith
3/4ths the fendi coat, feel like a don
LED dancing, it light up like tron
I just got bored with Miami, left out like I’m Bron
Back in the paint going hard like I’m Shawn
Marion, brown liq' that’s what I’m sipping on
I just struck gold like a gong
Tokyo Drift like D.K. and Han
At the events, on the ten
I just pulled up in a Benz
I want a hundred mil’ not a friend
Girl I tried to tell you that I love you again

[Chorus: Angelo Mota]
If anything I just been keeping the fight here
Keeping the fight right here
It’s been a light year, it’s like I’m traveling lightyears
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door, yeah
Keeping it right here
You were my biggest fear
You were my life, you were my ride here
So it’s foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, foot in the door
Foot in the soil, where do I go, yeah

[Outro: Angelo Mota]
I know deep down
Things always come around
If my body is a temple
Least you could give is a bow
One day I stopped feeling special
But that’s not what this is about
This can’t feel good in your vessel
Stop holding on, let it out
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah