Lyrics:
the sky)
Let the whole club know that you in this bitch
Throw your hood up, nigga, let it fly (let it fly)
What up Trick Trick? (What up OG?)
This your
tricks on me,
I’m out-maneuvered by reality
But I could be as happy as I wanna be!
Verse 1:
I can’t play til I see it in writing and
I can’t see til I
Word to the wise
I wanna see us all rise
Can't fall prey to the villain realize
Some folks never see the vision
In the clear blue sky
But will feel
[Erika Kane]
Ugh
Can ya get it up
Ugh
[chorus]
Getty up getty up
Put the dick to the sky
Put the dick to the sky
Can't get enough, ah
Wanna glide
of Reality
The sky is green, grass is dark blue
Your pupil's full of pain when I look at you
You slowly float down and you cannot speak
Your omnipotent
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
date M6, photographs on Columbia/Ruffhouse description green
with blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls
Burn up Billboard charts,
Dismissive
I walk outside and look to the sky
Look to the ground as I walk by
Fumes rising the further I go
It's not all bad some people clean up though
But
nothing and it saddens
A burden that carries other people’s problems and copes by laughing
A sad piece of flesh hoping he’ll find a reality
Where someone
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
politics got trick up their sleeves ,/of my empty palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my
Blue skies all around
Blue skies in the summer now
Blue skies for the young kids
Blue skies for the big kids
Nothing but blue skies in the night
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
Thinking that this shit a silly dream
When actually reality ain't what
It really seem and I ain't acting on
The scene niggas scream
The actions ain't
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
ticket
Shitted on reality for fantasy produced (by tact)
Mr Rough-records
On a real island yo ass won't be whilin' and smilin'
Who's the character?
you finding blues clues
RDLC my security might shoot you
I'm moving in realities above ya mental plane
My origin exploded in the matrix im insane
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Seven-thirty
He said that he'd be here by six
It's looking dirty
I guess he's up to his old tricks
He likes 'em pretty
He likes 'em in their
F#m Em A7sus4 A7
With the stars so bright and the sky so crystal clear
G
can begin
Cos there's a bylaw, a bylaw
And I can start work at seven.
There's a bylaw and by law
It's time to wake up, Kevin.
I was driving
dozing
Off at 30 thousand feet with one eye open
Dreams 2 reality & dreams are made of these
Dreams 2 Reality
City 2 city, ocean 2 ocean
High in da sky
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
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