Bluskies&Bluebikes
Yeah
Uh
Word
Ok
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
Uh
Word
Ok
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
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Writer(s): Mckenley Theodat
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