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Vision Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Yang
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Christopher Guillaume




Chris Yang - Vision Lyrics




I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams
I don't have anything since I don't have you
I don't have love to share and I don't have one to care
I don't have anything since I don't have you

2020 comes
Welcome to my vision
I'm sittin' up with UNICEF, handin' out a million
I may seem like a f*ck boy, but I got zero bitches because all that's on my mind is how to handle my business
So when I get up, I'm a hand you my card and show you all the things that can take you hella far
Like, do you want a fat check? Like do you want it, bruh?
My shit can get you anything, holmes come on, because

I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything since I don't have you

Been cooped up in my room like about all week
And I write a couple songs and forget how to sleep
And I don't mean to make some shit that sounds hella week
Standing sturdy on the ground, held by two feet
I turn up to the club and I'm lookin' hella nice with a fine ass bitch that's into all my ice
Homie asked me what I'm gonna try to do tonight
I'm eating Vietnamese pussy with a side of fried rice

I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything since I don't have you
At all
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I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams
I don't have anything since I don't have you
I don't have love to share and I don't have one to care
I don't have anything since I don't have you

2020 comes
Welcome to my vision
I'm sittin' up with UNICEF, handin' out a million
I may seem like a f*ck boy, but I got zero bitches because all that's on my mind is how to handle my business
So when I get up, I'm a hand you my card and show you all the things that can take you hella far
Like, do you want a fat check? Like do you want it, bruh?
My shit can get you anything, holmes come on, because

I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything since I don't have you

Been cooped up in my room like about all week
And I write a couple songs and forget how to sleep
And I don't mean to make some shit that sounds hella week
Standing sturdy on the ground, held by two feet
I turn up to the club and I'm lookin' hella nice with a fine ass bitch that's into all my ice
Homie asked me what I'm gonna try to do tonight
I'm eating Vietnamese pussy with a side of fried rice

I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything since I don't have you
At all
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Writer: Christopher Guillaume
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