Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
never bite the hand
But I said fuck it, I gotta win
Did shit that'll never fade
Can't talk about it in my dark place
Blue skies they turn to grey
No David
blue skies in the middle of the day.
Jumped in the ride, play some music, then I pulled away.
Out of the driveway, feeling free, I'm A okay.
Headed up
am you so you are me
And every now and then we get a little out of hand
To fuel our greed driven by our wants and needs
It seems we never act ourselves
real, and you made me feel
like the sun in your sky.
Sleepless
Seven seconds go,
like hours flow, so slow.
The afterglow, was years ago,
counting
real, and you made me feel
like the sun in your sky.
Sleepless
Seven seconds go,
like hours flow, so slow.
The afterglow, was years ago,
counting
got a limit called horizon
you got a thousand ways to hell
you got the blue sky wide and open
you got a million smiles to sell
a few times that you
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
marked by past flagellation by sinful actions of dubious morality and the marks of blasphemy in her blue, crystal clear eyes, esclera darkened by her own
of the Seven Stars in hand
Searching for the infinity
I've crosses the world
Transmuted form
Turned the cinnabar to gold
Crossed the seven stars
Reached for
by that store i cant let em tax us
My name speak for itself so i dont gotta talk folk i dont gotta act tough!
Cause if i say the word youngins swerve
'em drop grenades and take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky, be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
Gettin'
'em drop grenades and take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky, be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
Gettin'
You don't really want to really, really
FunkDoobie for the nine seven shot
That's right
We got Cam on the mothership
Wicky-wicky-wicky, riding
to look with my naked eye
we've covered every inch of the seven seas
feeling blue by Joshua Tree
I've been worried since the age of nine
that when my daddy
the global fires
Blue desire
Ocean seas and a sky much lighter
Count the days
Till you meet me up there again
No dismay, when we find each other
God knows
with my people we popular yea
We was so high in the sky by the stars you can't see in binoculars
Yea I was just cool I was chilling I'm playful you can
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how
Gimme apple pie
A chevy and blue skies
Debt free life
A buxom blonde with blue eyes
That's an American dream
But peeps wake up crying
Cuz that's
a shift and now its true:
The illusion of the sky's fake blue
It's just what one sees
It's not what it is
I nod and accept and some things begin to change
I
all we are, a pale blue dot
Each ruler, each celeb, every saint, every sinner
Each lover, each hater, all the losers, all the winners
All the heroes,
blue
Guardians of the chosen few
Seven seals are now undone
Seven bottles of ancient rum
Legends from days gone by
Brought to life 'neath a crimson sky
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
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