Cotton Candy Skies
No more
Running away
Unreasonable
Puff to the face
I be
Stuck in the grey
Why times
I just need my space
Before I
Enter the Frey
Scheming
To get out of this place
My home but I cannot stay
Everyone say I'll make it okay
But I
Don't know what to believe in
They all just switch
Like season
I cannot do this pretend
I've been sailing
The deep end
Cuz life hits me hard
Like cement
I got you
And my real friends
So I do
Not expect no treason
Job hoppn
Cuz I get caught dream'n
Bout this
Lose'n Sleep about this
Working for someone else
Got me ball'n my fist
Work work and work
Keeps the dirt on my kicks
I burn some earth when I spit
I never fall I just trip
Smoke sweat and tears
Hits my eyes and my lips
Cuz I should be miles and miles away
But same city I live
And just making songs ain't cutting it
That shit I hate to admit
Yet I can't choose quit
And refuse to think this is it
I got piles piles
Of problems
Crackle from leaves
Sounding like autumn
Banking on it
To be able to solve em
It don't even cater to all em
But Not trynna see the bottom
City be feeling Sodom
Started getting use to the bottle
And bongs but I hate the Dottle
I could fall off
But I won't
I wanna call off
But I don't
I could fall off
But I won't
I wanna call off
But I don't
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Staring at cotton candy skies
Oh my oh my
Cotton candy skies
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my Oh my
Oh myyyyy
Running away
Unreasonable
Puff to the face
I be
Stuck in the grey
Why times
I just need my space
Before I
Enter the Frey
Scheming
To get out of this place
My home but I cannot stay
Everyone say I'll make it okay
But I
Don't know what to believe in
They all just switch
Like season
I cannot do this pretend
I've been sailing
The deep end
Cuz life hits me hard
Like cement
I got you
And my real friends
So I do
Not expect no treason
Job hoppn
Cuz I get caught dream'n
Bout this
Lose'n Sleep about this
Working for someone else
Got me ball'n my fist
Work work and work
Keeps the dirt on my kicks
I burn some earth when I spit
I never fall I just trip
Smoke sweat and tears
Hits my eyes and my lips
Cuz I should be miles and miles away
But same city I live
And just making songs ain't cutting it
That shit I hate to admit
Yet I can't choose quit
And refuse to think this is it
I got piles piles
Of problems
Crackle from leaves
Sounding like autumn
Banking on it
To be able to solve em
It don't even cater to all em
But Not trynna see the bottom
City be feeling Sodom
Started getting use to the bottle
And bongs but I hate the Dottle
I could fall off
But I won't
I wanna call off
But I don't
I could fall off
But I won't
I wanna call off
But I don't
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Least of my problem on hazy days
Staring at cotton candy skies
Oh my oh my
Cotton candy skies
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my Oh my
Oh myyyyy
Credits
Writer(s): Judon Fleurantin
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