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probably judge me by my cover so they'll never hear the ending
They thought I redecorated my kitchen the way the tables turned
Like labor was being forced

made the sky blue I guessed without knowing
Strange trees were growing and the animals were stranger
But when they all scattered I felt a sense of danger

to me
So we aim for the same goal
It's reciprocal not afraid to exchange roles
Headed where the sun shines
To white sands, clear waters and the blue skies

Niggas tryna rap on my tracks
Polluting the air I breathe
Mama told me touch the sky
I'm commuting where heaven be
Tasting music heavenly
An angel

aware
How well your red hair
Dangled round your breath
And the sky was blue
When you burst in that saloon
Your gun stay hidden but
No one there could move

for growin pains
Mama i love you but i am done with rain
Running to where the sky’s blue
Left my judgement at the door
Tell medhane i lost my mind,

headlights, he look like a deer
I'm ridin' around with a vibe, she givin' me head when I'm tryin' to steer
We tryna send that boy up to the sky, yeah, with his

were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making

already knew
I’m lost in the booth making songs with the crew
I'm still on my feel-good but wanna stay true
I keep turning up while the sky is still blue

so gently and white, And everything sparkled in the soft moon-light.
We woke up early, the sky still dark blue,
The air filled with magic, and maybe

Breathe the fresh air
While the skies are still blue
So that's just what I do
That's what I do and that's just what I do
And that's just what I do
That's

Word to the wise
I wanna see us all rise
Can't fall prey to the villain realize
Some folks never see the vision
In the clear blue sky
But will feel

out my chest
You my side girl, talking right here by my side girl
Hundreds on my grind girl
Seven mill tryna make my momma ritch
Put that syrup in my

on the cut of your jib
It's dark all night because the stars grew weary
Little Boy Blue lost his horn in perfidy
I've been waltzing down sunset boulevard
My

know

Yeah
One step out of trenches, I see open net and I go pew
Pockets blue like Nipsey, I remember when I had no shit
Focus on the grind, I'm tryna

are 7 continents
that we could go to today
And 7 consonants in
(I just go-tta get a-way)
It's kinda like I'm a novelist,
Not running from problems

And it goes, hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Man, Febz is coming out for more
Can't stray from the aim, through the sound I soar
Blue flames with

something
I need all of you, I need
Ive been calling you I need
Baby
Yeah
I feel like the sky no longer blue
Change in the air, its all new
Changing like

ocean we be singing till our voice dies
I'm lucky no.7 on my dice
Baby girl I gotta tell you I ain't nice
Look at blue skies so we go another night
She's

a week couldn't keep me confined
Blue eyes mai tais on a beach high thighs
On on a freak couldn't keep me me from grindin
Since I was knee high to a fly

on the outside
Of these decaying walls
Your bitterness doesn't surprise me
As these pointless days go screaming by
Rejected sour eyes can't imagine blue skies
I

on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you

curse by all the temptation
Trials and tribulations
Stop running
You got to face it
Embrace it
Your soul is free
But your mind is stuck in the matrix
We

Scandalous

St. Lunatics

Free City

2001

That's why the, that's why
The people wanna get me for pollutin' the sky
Factory full a bud, got the whole city high
St. Louis peoples can't cooperate