| Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
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| I hear morning birds whistlin'
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| Yesterday, I weren’t listenin'
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| But right now I feel different
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| I’ve been down in the alley
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| With darkness around me
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| Where everything’s cloudy and grey
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| Birds chirp as I slurp my brew
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| I’m cool with the work I do
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| Clock ticks and the world might move
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| Time stops with a girl like you
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| Perched high word my dude
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| I observe life from a bird’s-eye view
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| Junks try hurt my mood
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| But my sky pure right blue
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| No risk taking
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| I tell my demons they are mistaken
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| I lift weights, eat less bacon
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| I run with the sun that’s wakin'
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| Jumping rope 'til my legs achin'
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| Bathing when the heat get bakin'
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| Hiking when I need escapin'
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| Stopping when the sight breathtakin'
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| Cool, no cynical
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| Vision when I’m by the swimming pool
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| Sitting with a friend or two
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| Sipping brews with them
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| Chatting, chitting, skinny-dipping with a few women
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| Just a simple musician
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| Getting lewd when I’m in the booth spittin' sabertooths
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| Ripping new rhythms scribbling cool shit to the syllabus
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| Fittin' this shot of Remy Gamy Mary
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| Followed by a shot of Henny
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| While I’m voluntary solitary
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| Hand on my belly
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| Bumping like a velly
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| Then I get a cute message on my celly
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| Who’s this? |
| That hottie Betty?
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| Pretty spelling something like Halle Berry
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| Hurry up money buddy quick come and get me
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| Because I got another bottle with me
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| Better bring your bare body quickly
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| Bottoms up, we can swallow plenty
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| We ain’t gotta stop 'til the second bottle empty
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| And then she unzips my fly, ah
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| 'Til I twitch and wind with desire
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| Wired up by her, shit is fire
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| Sizzling like a kitchen fire
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| Fixing to make a flying bitch sing higher
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| Than the very high-pitched Mariah
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| Higher than the little children’s choir
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| Busting the grill with Jim Prior
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| Even like she, living my dream
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| Sharing my life with the right queen
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| Tearing my mics, getting my green
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| Feeling mad like you know what I mean
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| Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
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| I hear morning birds whistlin'
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| Yesterday I weren’t listenin'
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| But now I feel different
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| I’ve been down in the alley
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| With darkness around me
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| Where everything’s cloudy and grey
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| But not today |