Artist: Jay-Z f/ Frank Ocean Album: 4:44 Song: Caught Their Eyes Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Frank Ocean] Ready for it I'm ready for it Yeah, ahh [Jay-Z] Eastside nigga with the feets high Nigga with that Lisa, uh Talkin' about that Lisa nigga with that Westside nigga With that Eastside (that dance, uhh) Your eyes speak the truth when everything else lies May pretend that we kin but the vibes don't fly Bruh, I survived readin' guys like you I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths I seen eyes wide as they're about to shoot You can be a hairpin off or you can trigger your roots I wave to these haters, don't give me dap You know the world can see just how phony you act Bruh, y'all body language is all remedial How could you see the difference between you and I? My crash course was much tougher 'Round friends who kill they friends then hug their friends' mothers and show up at the funeral complete with blank stares Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there Memories may sneak down my cheek But I could see a side-eye in my sleep Uhh, uhh [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Ready for it, deep breath fill up the void Eyes open them up, check off the coins Still stingin' from tears, they try to see you I'm ready for Earth, ready for real Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there So it seems, so you seem I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare In my dreams, in my dreams [Jay-Z] Uhh, I sat down with Prince eye-to-eye He told me his wishes before he died Now Londell McMillan, he must be color blind They only see green from them purple eyes They eyes hide, they eyes high My eyes wide shut to all the lies These industry niggas, they always been fishy But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh This guy had "slave" on his face You think he wanted the masters with his masters? You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket Don't big bro me, don't big homie I've seen pure admiration become rivals I've been to Paris at least two times I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful [Chorus] [Frank Ocean] Hopin' I could touch what I feel (hopin', what) I've been ready for this for real Hopin' I could touch what I feel (hopin', what) I've been ready for this for real [Interlude] "Look, you've done enough Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left, no sense of decency?" [Outro: Jay-Z] Eastside nigga with the feets high Nigga with that Lisa, uh Talkin' about that Lisa nigga with that Westside nigga With that Eastside, uhh