Lyrics:
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
by jutting jaws
Sits a beautiful lady
Strutting hems of golden shores
From skyward blue
To foliage green
To sand so yellow
Makes the sea look blue
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
blue sky
G
Vivid sunshine
Em7
Backcountry hikes
Em7
Long backroad rides
G
Had my first kiss at sixteen
G
By the yellow daylilies
(repeat chorus)
G
If
up
Bring it back like Christ 'cause
All blue Chucks on black tee, Golds on
Smash you in your Redbottoms
Sock it you your throat zone
Smack it with my
away
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Woke up under a blue, blue sky
No more problems, no reason to cry
No more questions except for when
Smith
Out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this, nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in a blue sky
If you were
round the graveyard
For centuries, causing decay
See where she's been
By the trail at her feet
Bodies behind blue kitten heels
Buttered popcorn and red
he left him, the moment that he left him
I roam the skies, I search the stars, all I see is seven
All I see is seven
Seven, seven, seven
the park turn there he goes.
Number 13, 16, 17, green car, blue car,
The first car by the turn will be number 10.
Here he comes down the straight-away
Blue morning, blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten
Doesn't have to mean you're on your own
You can look outside
as a feather
When I turn it all around
And it's calling out my name
Paint by number sky
I just don't feel the pain
Like I once did
Black cadillac, love shack
was a writer too, I figure I'm in my lane
‘Round 8 or 7 I fell in love with rap sh**
cll I really needed was 86 hours of practice
I'm lying, more like
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
by the sea.
(Namazöoh:) It seems right: a bird dreams and lives to fly.
(Aleekãnto:) Well he, bold fish, leaped high, soared across the sky
just
blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the sky
For when he comes crawlin'
I'm not fallin'
Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now me and mister
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
If I raise my hands just to lift the shade
Will I reveal a sky heavy and gray?
Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?
How I hate a morning
back to my younger days
When the sky was blue and it wasn't gray
And everything around me is starting to change
Am I the one to blame
'Cause you don't
Or I'm exhausted on her shoulder on the ferry at three
And sometimes when we're alone, she'll even sleep on me
We play Cat in the afternoon
And by night
shine bright and powder blue
There's just one little problem though
That I didn't account for:
Every fuckin' weather forecast has
A chance of downpour
Step on my toes
Arguments
I balance on a fence
Stay cautious with you
I can barely see the stars in the sky tonight
Eyes blurry with the water but they
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