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BLINDFOLDS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BLINDFOLDS was released on September 26, 2025 by Nour Rakha as a part of the album BLINDFOLDS - Single
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Release DateSeptember 26, 2025
LabelNour Rakha
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM113

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nour Rakha
Nour Rakha
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nour Rakha
Nour Rakha
Songwriter
Josh Frakez
Josh Frakez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nour Rakha
Nour Rakha
Engineer
Josh Frakez
Josh Frakez
Producer

Lyrics

Stepping off the plane at the airport
Flight attendants is bad as hell
Women and the weather what they came for
California, they know the smell
Weezy off of that chronic baby
We go together, gin tonic baby
So why you deep in my pockets
But you ain't deep inside of my conscious baby
I do know one thing
I'm leaving today
I'm leaving you, I can't stay
I'm growing out of my patience
Looking for love, I can't change you
Looking for love, I can't blame you
Guess we both do the same thing
Yes, we both do the same thing
I know you **** ain't ready to spit really
The fitty is ice cold
The mink or chinchilly
I really just turned my nightmare to dreams, I'm Meek Milly like
Y'all thought I was finished bitch?
Hold up, wait a minute
Don't tell me you ain't get it the first time
I'm throwing up earth signs
And love is a curse & I said it
Back inside the studio, Irvine
And this ain't the first time we filling the drive with unleaded
Get it?
I don't even wanna be a rapper
Soul snatching, drug addict, trapper
Cold passion, no matters, passive
So savage but actually ashes
Couldn't even tell you what I really want
Life is such a trip, I wonder why I fall
Make it make sense
I need some clear options
Make it make cents
Ascend to more dollars
You can hate me, you can't stop me
Oh my god
(Oh my god, can't stop this
Oh my god, can't pop shit)
I'm rolling, blindfolded over my eyes
(On the 405 in a rocket
Make it multiply in my pockets)
No vacation, dedication
Taking a flight
(Oh my god, can't stop this
Oh my god, can't pop shit)
Vibrate, I'm awake
High off life
(On the 405 in a rocket
Make it multiply in my pockets)
Catch my second wind around the second round
Throw the pussy, watch me catch it then I touch it down
Had a history with plenty bitches in the town
Some of them talk down, some stay down
I can't control the narrative, nah
I can't step out embarrassed to be me
I don't really give a fuck what you think
I don't really give a fuck, smoke a blunt on the freeway
In this life man, you don't get a replay
On the streets, broken dreams like Green Day
On the beaches of Egypt, I might stay
But I'ma need all my weed from the UA
Stepping out the realm of the matrix
Don't you tell me I'm human now
I know I could never be basic bitch
So you'll never catch me rolling with a basic bitch
You can hate me, you can't stop me
Oh my god
(Oh my god, can't stop this
Oh my god, can't pop shit)
I'm rolling, blindfolded over my eyes
(On the 405 in a rocket
Make it multiply in my pockets)
No vacation, dedication
Taking a flight
(Oh my god, can't stop this
Oh my god, can't pop shit)
Vibrate, I'm awake
High off life
(On the 405 in a rocket
Make it multiply in my pockets)
Written by: Josh Frakez, Nour Rakha
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