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cannot prevent it
They see you as product for buying a ticket
I just wanna kick it and hang with my dogs, yeah
How can I break through the fog 
I take

to deal with our pain
Do you sit and stay present, pressing on when it rains
Do you slip some blue pills and try tricking your brain
The heights aren't

SONG: Fantasy Filler
WORDS and MUSIC: The Dead Abigails
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA (ASCAP)

Verse 1
You're such a go get her, watching me

up my spine 
I cannot be here always 
Looking back to make sure you are there 
It wouldn't be right and it ain't fair 
For me to just stay out of your

took me
And shook away my blues
Well you know that funny feeling
You get sometimes, now and then
When you feel like you can't make it
And you want

round that big body
I be up in heaven smoking like i got nobody

She don't wanna hate me
She just wanna date me
Got my money up
My k right next to me
You

promise ain't the safest
Unless you bettin' on me get to runnin' up the wages
Ride or die for Luke, he been down since they was throwin' me in cages
Know I

B*tches wanna layup, I’m beating it off the glass.
Now y’all gotta pay up,
I got the blues but i ain’t sad.
Ay name a 10 in the city that i ain’t bag. 
Now

what you catch, make it all cycle
That’s an eyeful, pull up in new new, sky blue, steak with the au jus.
No achoo, I’m blessed though
Doing what I want,

Meddling bike pedaling
Stay in my pain ima let it go
Walking the rain but im ready tho
Talking bout me then you petty bro
Pac with the juice i already know

The trap boomin man it look like explosives
I keep a tight circle jit only the closest
I keep me a nina in case you get closer
I'm itching for stain got your

that you better bring your best
Cause we came through with a pocket blue cheese no rats'
Told her she gone leave than she best get to it
Cause I just

She bring me blues like kitana 
Let's take a trip to Uganda 
What's the US dollar 
To the Chinese yuan 
I'm big fish you a prawn 
And if he's

me listen
Purple in the swishers
Go to school be happy enjoy youth
Make mistakes it's ok you're you
Everybody loves you
Family or friends we glad
I'm

at the sky with all these questions
I don't see what they see
They say the sky is still blue
But I think it's only a screen
Controlled by all the narcissists

think I ever will
Red pill, blue pill, you don't know the truth still
Clouded by the landfill, way too much garbage
I need to be an artist just to let it

realistic hooks
Like a fisherman's brook
An efficient outlook
To disintegrate the foundation shook
By that babbling brook
Shoulda offed her
Left her sleepin

it
I'm so Kool
Woke up hopped up out the bed
Had to get straight to the bread
How you broke
That shit don't make no sense
Don't you got working legs

me running and running until I wipeout
God I really wanna timeout
So I lay down looking up
Such an empty sky but it looks so blue
Cuz another one bites

flame
I just wanna teach your brain
I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang
M-J- fucking G
Touch me I'm in reaching range
Lets hit

wanna make the news
You got the blues?
I'm on the case
I pull it out, it slap her face
I know my mom think I'm disgrace
I guess I'm stuck in my own ways
I

the crew soon
But she wants more, whispers, "Don't leave me so blue" nah


Now she's tangled in my sheets, moonlight on her skin ah
Fingers trace

worthy
Real as it gets
Not blue
Are you
Feeling the jets?
Mr. West said it best
You can't catch me lying
Giving up for me is way harder than ever trying

of you know me, some don't have a clue,
I got eight shellsuits and my fravorit is blue.

Chorus x2 with voice over
(you knows it)
(GLC style)
(Goldie