Lyrics:
Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell
Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain
To the homies geng
To the homiez
To the homies feeling lonely by the weekend
Holla at cha boy, come hit me with a DM
You keep it up inside, don't
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
off j dilla records
getting messed up
here we go back again into the mixup
shit about to start up
this the zaza
i know you feel this shit
this shit
It's currently October third two thousand and nineteen
Thursday at noon well twelve twenty six if we're being exact yes PM
It's a bright day
Blue sky
Blue
Started at 7, didnt finish til like damn near 2
And I know I had a problem, so I vowed to quit
But 2 hours later, Im scrolling Pornhub taking a shit
the F' I'm gonna do
With the other three
Damn... Damn
There go my mans
Drop four shots of Henrock
By then I'm slammed
Dut duuh dut
Nevermind that
to run
Take me far away from here
Take me far away, across the ocean blue
Over the mountain tops and through the valley stream
Give me all your love so
Six bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, twenty four seven
That's more bad bitches I'm getting
They know I hit em and quit em
And go past what
Wake up 7:30 am
Drag my ass up out of bed
Here we go again
Here we go again
Blurry eyes my day begins
Advil for my bangin' head
Feelin' last nights
some old blue skies
Got new boots but they ain't for walking
I'll take that back, here's what I'm learning
Titles don't mean anything at all
And I don't
don't want to be here anymore, you should listen to her
Yeah, you can hear the screams by the 7 year old girl
That got killed by the Catholic priest
I call it antifreeze
Take one sip a drop off to her knees
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t
Cush by the seven's
But I get up just fine cause I'm
Here with my mom at the sorta big hill
I've got a lot of plans for the future
(Years go by and the years go by
in the road
Slow-go, slow-poke
Little white church,
Blue skies, red dirt
Pearl snap shirts and American honey
C'mon y'all get lost in the country
changing
Seasons come and go
Still stay here waiting
For the world to know
That your shine in the bright sky
Will forever glow
You will reign forever
Then
dah
When we go out I'm gonna let him in
Beau doh doh dah
He's something like my 7 eleven
Beau doh doh dah
He got me open like an all night store
Beau
Was she confused by my demeanor
Dreams come true when you're a dreamer
So when you go to sleep dream a little dream of me
So many times I wonder what
In the light of a shining moon
blue eyes like the sky he makes me dream about a time
When maybe we could run away and hide
I'd always have him by my
the morning sky
What only matters to my eyes, is to feel alive
When you're by my side
One shot to make it right
On the clock, rings our one time
I feel you
Long as you knowing to keep ya head up to the sky
Nothin gone stop us from what we need to get us by
Straight from the bottom we only headed where we
Every time the rain comes down
I close my eyes and listen
I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the sky as it cries
Listen to the rain
Here it comes
rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous
Jackson
Too busy out here snapping
All of these bitches they come and they go
All of these bitches they come and they go
Lately I been tryna feel something
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