If the eyes are the windows into the soul
The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control
Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal
You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose
I got room to grow, no trees need pruning
Turn down mid like I've been EQin'
So you already know what we doin'
Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing
No crossing over, see that's the Harda way
No penny loafing got my tim's tied all the way
I hope you listening but really y'all it's hard to say
So many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day
Of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it
Cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it
Very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it
Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells
When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells
1200 technics from the heavens fell
Handed to the captives in the depths of hell
I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well
Now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
I'm sold that I'm free, even if I never sell
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the Terminator
Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures
Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters
Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators
I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like Vybez Cartel and
Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker
Ought to get ran over by a land rover
Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober
I still flex like Mad Cobra doing yoga
Tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster
Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma
Line going flat, like an open diet soda
I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my Sharona
If you wanna throw stones at the iron Ayatollah
I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
Yamin Semali - Are You Sure Lyrics
Yamin Semali - Are You Sure Lyrics
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If the eyes are the windows into the soul
The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control
Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal
You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose
I got room to grow, no trees need pruning
Turn down mid like I've been EQin'
So you already know what we doin'
Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing
No crossing over, see that's the Harda way
No penny loafing got my tim's tied all the way
I hope you listening but really y'all it's hard to say
So many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day
Of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it
Cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it
Very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it
Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells
When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells
1200 technics from the heavens fell
Handed to the captives in the depths of hell
I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well
Now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
I'm sold that I'm free, even if I never sell
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the Terminator
Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures
Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters
Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators
I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like Vybez Cartel and
Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker
Ought to get ran over by a land rover
Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober
I still flex like Mad Cobra doing yoga
Tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster
Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma
Line going flat, like an open diet soda
I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my Sharona
If you wanna throw stones at the iron Ayatollah
I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control
Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal
You can smell it, i exhale it when it comes from the nose
I got room to grow, no trees need pruning
Turn down mid like I've been EQin'
So you already know what we doin'
Go hard in the paint like Big P Ewing
No crossing over, see that's the Harda way
No penny loafing got my tim's tied all the way
I hope you listening but really y'all it's hard to say
So many homonyms, you take it light, I call it day
Of course the pun's intended, long as it's fun I'm with it
Cherry stem watch her put it on her tongue and twist it
Very slim, that's the chances of your luck to hit it
Where and when? 2 questions, when I come and kick it
Alphabet alpha male, and youre a gangsta, you kill time cuz it tells
When the tables turn watch them put they heads in shells
1200 technics from the heavens fell
Handed to the captives in the depths of hell
I guess somebody heard us yell for help and dealt us well
Now we got an outlet to let us out the devil's cells so
I'm sold that I'm free, even if I never sell
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
Sipping wine, Eye's redder than the Terminator
Observing Earth and the truth working in her creatures
Tainted love hurts worse than the words of haters
Who fake Jax like Chris Thurston impersonators
I never buy lies y'all selling, they say lighten up like Vybez Cartel and
Sam Sosa, now they look Bram Stoker
Ought to get ran over by a land rover
Bottom of the bottle now I can't stand sober
I still flex like Mad Cobra doing yoga
Tighter than a boa, flyer than a poster
Doin it til death, while you're dying in a coma
Line going flat, like an open diet soda
I been had the knack, niggas eyeing my Sharona
If you wanna throw stones at the iron Ayatollah
I suggest you keep it private like when Ryan was a soldier
So turn around
Are you really Sure
Because it's just a feeling
Can you feel it... All Around?
Writer: Jafar Peek
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid