Eyes Go High

Name: Eyes Go High
Duration: 237 s
Description: Eyes Go High by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Every time the question press a little harder on the chest The neck do the lift, the eyes do the rest…”

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Eyes Go High lyrics

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Intro

Yeah... the bar calling

Verse 1

Corner store counter, phone light cutting his chin Question land like a brick, watch the neck start its spin Tilt back slow, eyes tracing the fan blades Fingers tapping the lotto glass like a code in the haze The flip he trying to run got a hole in the sole Story leaking out the sides while the eyes patrol The ceiling for a lifeline that ain't written in the script Mouth moving like it got the answer but the grip still slip He reaching for the version where the numbers stay clean But the body broadcasting what the mouth ain't mean High bar in the moment, the mat ain't even there Eyes doing the routine while the truth stay bare The lotto machine humming like it know the score He dodging the question like it's a courtroom door Eyes doing gymnastics on a mat made of air Hoping the high bar routine get him out of there

Pre-chorus

Every time the question press a little harder on the chest The neck do the lift, the eyes do the rest Not 'cause he hiding, just 'cause the knowing got thin High bar calling when the truth can't swim

Chorus

Eyes go high when the truth run thin High bar calling, where the knowing been Body snitch the gap before the mouth can spin High bar, don't pretend you in

Verse 2

City hall lights, suit tight but the tie got lean Question from the back row make the whole room get mean Head tilt up slow, eyes hunting the rig for a sign Staff in the ear feeding lines through the vine The policy she pushing got a tear in the seam Numbers falling out her mouth like a broken dream Trust on the line every time the neck crane up Voters in the crowd seeing the story corrupt High bar moment caught on every live stream replay Body language snitching on the words trying to stay Eyes searching for a picture that the mouth can't name High bar gymnastic in the political game The flip look smooth but the landing got shake One wrong move and the whole thing break Staff can't save her when the eyes do the talking Voters clock the lift and the story start walking

Bridge

Late night client call, they asked for the breakdown I started to stall, eyes hit the ceiling tile crown Tracing the crack like it had the answer I ain't got Path I ain't fully walked but the face kept the plot Cost me the deal when they saw the lift happen Now I keep my eyes level when the knowing snapping High bar taught me quick, the body don't cap When the mind on the reach, the eyes run the map

Chorus

Eyes go high when the truth run thin High bar calling, where the knowing been Body snitch the gap before the mouth can spin High bar, now I call it when I see it in

Outro

See it in the room now...

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