LIGHT BLEW Lyrics

Switching up the type mood, floating through the light blue

Everything he need's here ahead of him

How's he whipping quite cool like he went to flight school

Fucking with these wings thought I'd never get

Guess they're heaven sent, aw

Heeding yo call

Ain't he looking smooth with the melanin

By the grace of my God

Leaking light bombs

This that kind of gleam I've been ready for

Hope y'all ready yea

On some ready player one shit

Finna get my dick up in this game and make her cum quick

Might just have to lick all on her bean, that's what it come with

Ain't ready for the brain, you know I'm bright, see how the sun get

Sun kissed on my 3rd eye

Got my vision bird eye

Tripled what I serve, quintupled what I earn guys

Wonder how he sell tics, don't be asking Bird why

Got me in this verse throwing 3s up for the 3rd time

Certified bucket

The word's he's quite lucky

And stuff bout what you heard around from word of mouth, fuck it

Best treat that bad energy like 30 round, tuck it

Cuz I don't give a ... nah I don't give a nothing

Not a care, damn, fuck, tear, thought, or opinion

Nigga grandslamed, look here I'm all in the distance

With my mans' hands gripping some bands, yea

Drum there in the stands with us, sticking to the plan, yea

Switching up the type mood, floating through the light blue

Everything he need's here ahead of him

How's he whipping quite cool like he went to flight school

Fucking with these wings thought I'd never get

Guess they're heaven sent, aw

Heeding yo call

Ain't he looking smooth with the melanin

By the grace of my God

Leaking light bombs

This that kind of gleam I've been ready for

Hope y'all ready yea

Sit back, click that, views going crazy

Nigga snapped, what's that, his dad groomed super saiyans

Get a strap, this that click clack boom bomb

Shit that make the news aw

Bet he shake the room up

They like ay just chill up on the moon don't take it too far

I heard sky the limit, told my kin I'm breaking rules y'all

Said he's either tripping or he's pimping, this my bruised walk

I done went the distance and it's dripping with the truth God

Right after abuse God

Had me feeling noosed I

Found him now it's loose I

Doubt we finna lose rock

Had to be the tool, cuz as I'm getting bigger I'm getting bolder

We winning this, I'm feeling like Jenkins at Villanova

My innocence dependent on many sins fore it's over

Forgive me if I pull up like Indian Winter Soldier

With 50 chips on his shoulders and every hip with a blower

For a throat to let it pop in like every sip of your soda

Switching up the type mood, floating through the light blue

Everything he need's here ahead of him

How's he whipping quite cool like he went to flight school

Fucking with these wings thought I'd never get

Guess they're heaven sent, aw

Heeding yo call

Ain't he looking smooth with the melanin

By the grace of my God

Leaking light bombs

This that kind of gleam I've been ready for

Hope y'all ready yea

These J. Cole type beats, boy

Got me bout warmed up in this bih

I get up, see the clouds from my window

Pray the sun gon' shine this way, yea

Where I go the wind blows

Momma your son gon' find his way

If I gotta crawl imma make it to the end though

And to the top if I climb my way

Momma imma rise I'm, on, my

Headed for the sky I'm, on, my, way

Way

I'm on my, way

Way