Lyrics Sky - Nico Lindsay, PK, Lyrical Strally

Sky

Time’s pushing on, ain’t waiting on nobody
Many rainy days, either get wet or wallys
Soon gotta make my move and time’s sloppy
Up the pace or get left in the cold feeling sorry
Used to get along, now we don’t, I ain’t sorry
Subtract the vibe killers
Only come around when they see the light glitters
Hitch up a round, too inner like a splinter
But feelings towards man come like Guinness
Lost in the sauce and I’m seeing 'nuff spillage
Po when I spray so they came around sniffing
High off the fumes, brain’s left on a glitch ting
Convincing yourself that you eat enough spinach
Weak in the mind, looking for strength, init?
Hate the game cuh you have no strength in it
Moving timid
Intimidated, joke ting, init?
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Lyrical machine, don’t push gear
So when I spray, it’s automatic
Dem man still need an MC manual
Bare rookies, fam, that’s tragic
LS, can’t take me for Samuel
It’s the lyrical piece, no mantle
It’s the lyrical steel, no Banglez
The lyrical something that man can’t handle
I’m strong like an OXO Cube
You’re a gravy granule
Bars stick like Gretel and Hansel
Talk 'bout flows, I’ve got ample
Dem man are snitch, my man Randall
Giving it all that ramble jamble
You don’t want your career to get cancelled
Tell man pack it in, you’re a shambles
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Oi, what, you think you’re the realest of dudes
Just cause you shot some food?
Dem man are shook, they’re moving like Scooby Doo cartoons
Who would’ve thought that dem man are Puss in Boots?
I would, fam, I can smell that poo
How can your girl be brave when I knew
That cheeky girl, she sends me nudes
She got the fat back, that’s why I like them boobs
She got the tattoo on her ankle
Know what you’re thinking, PK’s rude
The Mexican lad, the Mexican dude
I’ll wrap man’s señorita smooth, oi, what can I do?
Quick ting, my ting, man have gotta move
If you’ve got a problem, know where to find man
Frontline, chef up your belly like stew
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Wan' flex wicked but not around I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I
See a soundboy get dashed in the sky