Bluskies&Bluebikes

Yeah Uh Word Ok Fresh to death all over the town like I'm cable news Paid my debt, niggas think it hurt, hate to say it's true Take a sec, thinking bout a play, we could make it soon Bout that time, gotta get sum mo' in like we Jim and Jay Brodie know how to flip that bag in them different ways Face of death if you do me bad, when I do you great Face the stress, I've been doing bad, when they do me great I face the doom, plus it's Halloween, rest in peace Dumile Blue skies, prolly think I'm fried when I say it's grey Yo, chiny check em look Raise the moon I need the light to dim I'm with the dudes, we getting high as shit We hit a move, we get a bike and dip I'm getting smooth, slick and riding swift Spiritual The teenage vibe is sick, and spiritual I get the right to hit, and swear at you Know I'm a blessing, I'm a fucking miracle Know I'll embarrass, they gon' silly stare at you And know that it's the proper, safe and ready monster being in my heart But I'll keep it at soul for the tuck Laughing and geekin', I know to have fun Pass on the weekend, no show for a month Obviously feining to work on this hoe I'll be inside, cause I'm cleaning my act, so when I'm outside I can know how to pose Ain't no handouts, 'less I'm grabbing her butt Hand on her face cause the Mack had to go Pray for a nigga, don't hack at my phone I'm boutta dip man, be in my zone Any objections I'll crack at his skull, dawgs Ain't no "We get it!" I'm gone, yuh