Bluskies&Bluebikes Lyrics

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Fresh to death all over the town like I'm cable news

Paid my debt, niggas think it hurt, hate to say it's true

Take a sec, thinking bout a play, we could make it soon

Bout that time, gotta get sum mo' in like we Jim and Jay

Brodie know how to flip that bag in them different ways

Face of death if you do me bad, when I do you great

Face the stress, I've been doing bad, when they do me great

I face the doom, plus it's Halloween, rest in peace Dumile

Blue skies, prolly think I'm fried when I say it's grey

Yo, chiny check em look

Raise the moon I need the light to dim

I'm with the dudes, we getting high as shit

We hit a move, we get a bike and dip

I'm getting smooth, slick and riding swift

Spiritual

The teenage vibe is sick, and spiritual

I get the right to hit, and swear at you

Know I'm a blessing, I'm a fucking miracle

Know I'll embarrass, they gon' silly stare at you

And know that it's the proper, safe and ready monster being in my heart

But I'll keep it at soul for the tuck

Laughing and geekin', I know to have fun

Pass on the weekend, no show for a month

Obviously feining to work on this hoe

I'll be inside, cause I'm cleaning my act, so when I'm outside I can know how to pose

Ain't no handouts, 'less I'm grabbing her butt

Hand on her face cause the Mack had to go

Pray for a nigga, don't hack at my phone

I'm boutta dip man, be in my zone

Any objections I'll crack at his skull, dawgs

Ain't no "We get it!" I'm gone, yuh