Lyrics:
to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity until eternity
The end of the world, I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
energy thrives.
Sipping away the blues, a daily routine,
In coffee's embrace, a blissful scene.
Chorus
Seven days a week, my coffee love is strong (so
the fucking Light
That true connection, alpha love, purple skies
7 deadly sins
7 different ways
You played me bad had me chasing you for days
I won't deny that
down memory lane.
Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few
the girls blues
My gat is quite fat, don't you think so, ho?
But come out those clothes, my nigga can fit those
You ain't seen nothing til you seen us both
it goes ?What floats is what's found"
Gettin down like they did in the 7-2
With the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you
Before you knew
back that broken plate
And It's all on the face
And It's hidden by shade
Seven dark lights of grey
Seven shaded with paint
Don't say you're love ain't
passing by without attention
As to who or what or why
Why are they flying in the sky
Could it be that you and I
Should be right there in the sky next to 'em
struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Reality's a bitch, and I
struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Reality's a bitch, and I
Pink and blue clouds in the sky
Like it was a missile
I wish you could pose for the picture
The haters' nonexistent
The background is perfect
Still don't
get high
Wit my nigga B
Cash stay lit
Seven days a week
Seven grams of the OG in a sweet
Stay away from a nigga
If your shits weak
Love blowing
the sky
Things of the night, they can see that I’m trying
Hope in my eyes
Hope I feel something, these demons keep fighting
It’s trick of the light
You
lost, down on some scary street
24/7 news, to set that groove for the 21st century blues
We got video lounge, surround sound, and infinite scroll to boot
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
something
Ask me why im red pill
You see how dying to blue ones
All about my greens
But nothing wrong
With a crouton
Being swallowed
By bitches in benzs
That
place to be
There’s no need to rewind
Sun, beach, blue sky
It all looks so divine
Head in the clouds
Feet on the ground
I lose track of time
Daydreaming
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
I see eighty seven now
And the wind's blowing from the south
The thought of holding you again
Is pushing this pedal down
That big Amarillo sky
Ou-ouu
Baby come through
Cause I miss you
The sky’s not blue
Like fire needs air I won’t burn if you ain’t there
Lately you ain’t here but I see you
sentimental I'm only human
I just can't stand to be a cloud beneath the sun
So artificial like your emotions
The grass isn't green and the sky's not blue
I
and the sky's not blue
Well, I heard Jenny from the start when I was sitting in my car
I was drunk dreaming bout all of those times in your yard
I was pissing
disguised, Amongst the lies
When we kiss the skies, Bringing bliss in sight, Zenith height
Gleam from the dark, So so bright
As reality, Is marketed, Facts
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