SKIES Lyrics

The skies are gray, when it rain on me

There ain't a thing, that you could show me

I'm on the edge, and you pushing slowly

But why would I care, when they pushing slow motion now

Keep touching my heart, ooh

Even if it still lies in your hands, you can try if you can, ooh

You won't, feel a thing, won't feel a thing

You better, recognize, don't jeopardize

Living, separate lives, a second time

I can hold my own now in any weather now

Feeling better than before, no need to reconcile

Fuck them niggas, fuck them bitches

Everybody fucking with ya

Overseen in the city

Tryna live a quick living

Yeah, yeah, She got ass like pop star

So you know she gotta act like a pop star

on demon time

Just me And mine

I gotta, cross the line, to see it fine

Baby Thanks to me

You lucky that I'm drunk, and the drinks on me

Like why even bother

Your eyes wide shut

With your mind made up

Shit there's really nothing left to say

Cold summer, hot winter

For as long, I remember

And somebody's got a price to pay

The skies are gray, when it rain on me

There ain't a thing, that you could show me

I'm on the edge, and you pushing slowly

But why would I care, when they pushing slow motion now

Keep touching my heart, ooh

Even if it still lies in your hands, you can try if you can, ooh

You won't, feel a thing, won't feel a thing

Swanging and banging

One thing I learned, stay and safe, and stay dangerous

Whole lotta egos being shown on occasion

Still with the same few niggas that I came with

Bitches hate the work, but they always vacation

Big dawg, you don't know exactly who you playing with

No disrespect, I don't like who your man with

Pain full of memories stay and it's painless

They rather see me in jail or the pavement

Sometimes I check on you and hoping that you still down

At least I'm checking when you wish that I was killed now

Just say you wanted attention

I'm godspeeding

Grand daddy kush loud, I'm mind reading

Keep it on the low

Nine times out of ten, you won't even know

I'm Showtime, everytime I pull up to the show

The skies are gray, when it rain on me

There ain't a thing, that you could show me

I'm on the edge, and you pushing slowly

But why would I care, when they pushing slow motion now

Keep touching my heart, ooh

Even if it still lies in your hands, you can try if you can, ooh

You won't, feel a thing, won't feel a thing