Lyrics:
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
over one by one, while brown and blue smoke seeps out of every orifice of their bodies. A foul metallic stench slowly pervades the area.
The crowd is
Stopping me
Cuz my heart is not small
Never doubt yourself and be the bigger person
Ego up in the sky and we never uncertain
Always think Outside the box
It???s a rainy day in the garden encircled by dark clouds.
Bow bow bow bow... Bow bow bow...
Oh, what???s that in the sky?
It???s a rainbow.
When
solved
Life will take you far as let it but its gone trick you
Speakin bout this life it’s some things I wanna get to
You something like a dream I just
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
Where the love at
Homie where the love at
Shawty where the love at
Momma crying for my uncle now my uncle doing 7
Looking up to the blue sky
to change||Down below it's just trouble and pain|All I know is the cold and the rain|Now I'm bouncing in the blue sky|Waitin' on my luck to change||I've had
knows it all blues
Working inside the tricks of reason
Cutting the stem on others bloom in season
And by the time you see through his little web
His
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
A silhouette towers in the moonless sky
It's darkness calls to me
Leading me to a doorway
I've always feared
Finding peace in suffering
Wriggling
every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though
bleak
Another train leavin' home
Conceding defeat with a low moan
Hangin' in A sky, made of stone
Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven ahead in
reality love ain't free
It's raining sawdust, Dad
From that Seattle sky
Oak and ash weep
A pile so deep
Every time they cry
Now Kevin won't stay in school
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
money got blue
Shawty she blew me I call her a flute
She wanna' fuck on the top of the roof
Bitch I'm a dog like who who who
I ain't do drugs but I'm
characters, and twisted realities.
Guided by the pulsating rhythms and otherworldly melodies, the wanderers traversed the enigmatic hallway, craving an escape
helping ppl fate
If they can't afford it throw sum extra ona plate
If they hunted by the blue free tuition to a state school
Need tha reparations
that
on the corner, gonna see to that
Some like to smoke and some like to blow
Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones
Some are trying to ditch reality by
As time goes by
I forget how to speak
only sometimes
black cat crosses the street
this bad luck is so bittersweet
And don’t you dare step on that blue
in the plain sight
I stare there gazing
It feels amazing
And all I want
Is to leave reality
Find a place
So there’s hope for you and me
A perfect sky
up when I'm feeling blue
I always know I can count on you
You are the one thing in my life worth living for
You make my grey skies turn to blue
You
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