Skies of Blue

Michael Booker Boston

It's fuck what you thought of me
You talkin’ honestly, that's an anomaly
I'm in ya head like lobotomies
This what it is cause it's gotta be not what it oughta be
Fuck an apology

I can't think logically
You stole my heart like a robbery
Love when you lie to me
Love when you doubtin’ me
Love when you sayin that you can't account on me
Listen

Burnt me some bridges, I earned me the distance
And I spoke a lot of shit into existence
Done even more just to try and go fix it
Now I can not find any words that can fit it
Ask for forgiveness, instead of pеrmission
With all that baggage no wonder you trippin’
Leavе bitches as bitches and business as business
Till I hit my limit, until life is finished

Aye

Nothin’ left but my soul to take
Set my soul ablaze
Burn it down just like Notre Dame
This is so insane
We became in tune and now it's overplayed
Novacane, make a broken vein
High as Superman in my lowest lane
No focus changed on the coldest days cause there’s dough to make
Aye

Fuck that bullshit like I'm Mudbone
My love grow for them hundos
One toast to my stuck soul
Blunt smoke in my convos
One toast to my utmost and a
Drum roll for the unknown
I unload
No control
Cause this swallowed pride might cut throats

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