Lyrics:
FALLING THROUGH CHERRY SKIES
by Gordon Pogoda & Matt Friction
Light as air, this feeling’s overtaking me
Everywhere, flying like a honeybee
It’s
Don't mock on me Mr Mockingbird you old crow
Don't hangout by my window
It ain't no place to get your daily news
Just because I'm a happy man doesn't
a Kangol capped motherfucker
Eddie was a betty like to talk like a bitch
Mr white was the type who’s
Too nice for his niche
Mr pink was a hater who wouldn't
capped motherfucker
Eddie was a betty like to talk like a bitch
Mr white was the type who’s
Too nice for his niche
Mr pink was a hater who wouldn't tip
in the sky
Fly Little Bird fly
To that pink blue white and orange Divine
Fly high
Fly Little Bird fly
To that cotton candy in the sky
Fly Little Bird
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
really want a problem with me
I do it by any means adidas because
It's cream blue face Mr. Scrooge dive in on the team
Grimy because it's me regulator
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
Amiris, all blue, no sky (Ay, wait, drip, okay)
Ay, wait (Mmm)
Got that all white coupe (Mmm)
What you wanna do (Mmm)
Pull up with the crew (Mmm)
Got that
of a happier time
I see you in the pink, blue, and white
Up at thirty-thousand high
You're alright up here
In the stratosphere
And you're back to being mine
When
count the raindrops as you look in the sky? (Sky)
Are you my main bitch or just a chick on the side? (Chick on the side)
Can I trust you with some chips
out if I’m the right mood
Drippin’ rain, but keep the sky blue
Wave a storm, that shit a typhoon
Wanna pull up in a white coupe
Flight school
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me fucked up like
the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the brink of dismay
My eyes will never flicker
Herbs, got
Give it up, give it up for my man, MR. T!
If you guys are serious about making it out of this ghetto,
You gotta focus, you gotta stop blaming white
aceyalone I hear ya
Well have ya ever kilt a great white shark? well I have
I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world don't laugh
Yeah I was
If you're a man who happens to be white
They'll like you
But if you're from a minority group
Be prepared to get looked down on
Remove that smile
Everybody know he cool, hard to do what he do
Hard to stop me when I show a flash like the Heat do
Show viciousness like great whites in the deep
from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggas gotta pay they dues on the crews
Red hair, white skin, blue eyed girl
Wait for us while we change the world
My tired bones still fight for her
My red hair, white skin, blue eyed girl
alligator.
Carrying a dead walrus. check it.
With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky-blue yellow
Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac
My skin
The Indian runner with mohawk
The only one of the bunch
Pleases me
Here
And do not share with the rest
The blue burned crowns of the mallards
Capture
the oceans, assist the elderly, plant trees, and it seems it will be blue skies from here on out. Today is also the first day for Hug Your Neighbor Day, so
. Villain he showed me the way.
I remember when I was little
I would asks you all these questions
Like why is the sky blue
Why are people black and white
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