Millyz - Blood in the Sky

We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed x2

Burgundy seats in the whip
Found out she like the rest of them hoes fell out of love again
Sober mind I couldn't cut the tension pass the drugs again
Sweep my problems under the rug again
I reached out got no replies so I'm like fuck it then
Digital dash for the stash that's a custom Benz
Lustin ends being broke just gave me tougher skin
Feelin like I'm 30 and I'm above the rim
Who made these rules I think they confused
Even when I couldn't pay these bills I couldn't pay these dues
Under pressure I stand tall like I'm 8'2
Watchin stateys cruise praying we don't make the news
Costa Rica trips wish that we could speak a bit
Had to take the time away from you because I needed it
I throw that shit on every night look like an Easter feet
The coupe clean I'm riding dirty picture me legit

We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed x2

Turquoise leather look like a Charlotte Hornet
Ferrari morning took the shoot before I start performing
It's natural business why you talking on it
Surrounded by steppers we be walking on it
Papa Does I ordered crawfish
Pontiac, that Grand am I got it from an auction
Seen caution tape around my projects, Clinton is in office
He was in the oval office getting ate up
We was tryna scrape up, no Pateks it was Jacobs
Lenux ave hungry as fuck I would go to Jacobs
Time Chef talking to Flip they can't erase us
Me and Smilez would argue, he got me out of the matrix
Lean on me like I'm Mr. Clark, my life was dangerous
Tom Ford occasions its movies without the scripts
I think connect this shit is so different without my crip
I think of Chill Will every time that I take a sip
I think of fuck niggas every time that I take a shit

We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed

Written by:
John Doe

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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