"Kiss The Sky" lyrics
I done fell in the shindig
Jumped up spilled beer on my pants leg
From Kentucky and they swear that we inbred
But I'm nappy till I die screaming Nreg
Bitch I'm fly like an insect
Watch got stones you can inspect
Bad red bone and she slim thick and
All we so is fuck we don't really have no friendship
20 east to 114
Cops is out and it's scorching
Shits deep and I'm snorkeling
I'm paranoid like a door ring
Standing out like New Orleans
20 west like I'm touring
UNC nearest and I'm poring
Africa American I'm soaring
African kisses and Irish goodbyes
Smile in your face but I can't tell a lie
Why ask Why, I get so high
Redman and Meth used to by my alibi
Used to bum a ride then came Uber
Ky raised lil cause was a Hoosier
Won most the time, but I never was a loser
Doobie doja, man like super
Lex Luther, no blooper
Nicca from the ville sugar dad with a cougar
On the prowl Six Mile
Cranberry guts, but the skin crocodile
Line drive but so foul
Kush in the crowd, but we get so loud
Head in the clouds how I float down
Grin on my grill but you swear it was a frown
Bitburger in the cup
6 figures and I'm up
Switch witcha wassup
We country rich wut the fuck
Dats atl coming out me
Crazy house come and got me
In Milledgeville where they drop me
Where I Beat the odds like I'm rocky
Its a hop skip and a jump
Right around the corner from got me fuck'd up
Accidents happen let's call it dumb luck
If it wasn't for the bad then we wouldn't have much
Next day air but its really no rush
I'm just chillin in the cut like a band aid
Understand I don't give a damn
If I do it for the gram then its really for the fan page
Life's too short but its all a survival
Life's too short kiss the sky with a high note...
Herre he comes, life of the party
Roots so nappy, can pass for a Marley
Pass a drug screen? Not hardly
So gone an pass me some of that parsley
And a tall glass of that barley
Double OG but bartender still card me
Then I sign they chest with a sharpie
Jumper still wet, nah they can't guard me
Hopped off a charter tipsy off the lager
Gossip Spillin more tea than the Boston harbor
Playin cops and robbers in her pop's impala
Hot) boxin in his car on the way to Dasha Barbours Bistro
Where'd the keys go Lost my marbles
Forgot my lion's mane and ashwaganda
Way too much ganja lit like kwanza
Keepin it Nappy with my K.I.N. that's the mantra
Hell, she ain't no Angel ask Charlie
Bet ya bottom her daddy rides a Harley
Ya boy Afrocentric like Marcus Garvey
But she can make a Rastafari date a Barbie
Jungle fever, we on safari
All camo'd out they can't see me hardly
Fuck civilian life nappy's an Army
Jump out a hummer into a Ferrari
Life's too short but its all a survival
Life's too short kiss the sky with a high note...
Jumped up spilled beer on my pants leg
From Kentucky and they swear that we inbred
But I'm nappy till I die screaming Nreg
Bitch I'm fly like an insect
Watch got stones you can inspect
Bad red bone and she slim thick and
All we so is fuck we don't really have no friendship
20 east to 114
Cops is out and it's scorching
Shits deep and I'm snorkeling
I'm paranoid like a door ring
Standing out like New Orleans
20 west like I'm touring
UNC nearest and I'm poring
Africa American I'm soaring
African kisses and Irish goodbyes
Smile in your face but I can't tell a lie
Why ask Why, I get so high
Redman and Meth used to by my alibi
Used to bum a ride then came Uber
Ky raised lil cause was a Hoosier
Won most the time, but I never was a loser
Doobie doja, man like super
Lex Luther, no blooper
Nicca from the ville sugar dad with a cougar
On the prowl Six Mile
Cranberry guts, but the skin crocodile
Line drive but so foul
Kush in the crowd, but we get so loud
Head in the clouds how I float down
Grin on my grill but you swear it was a frown
Bitburger in the cup
6 figures and I'm up
Switch witcha wassup
We country rich wut the fuck
Dats atl coming out me
Crazy house come and got me
In Milledgeville where they drop me
Where I Beat the odds like I'm rocky
Its a hop skip and a jump
Right around the corner from got me fuck'd up
Accidents happen let's call it dumb luck
If it wasn't for the bad then we wouldn't have much
Next day air but its really no rush
I'm just chillin in the cut like a band aid
Understand I don't give a damn
If I do it for the gram then its really for the fan page
Life's too short but its all a survival
Life's too short kiss the sky with a high note...
Herre he comes, life of the party
Roots so nappy, can pass for a Marley
Pass a drug screen? Not hardly
So gone an pass me some of that parsley
And a tall glass of that barley
Double OG but bartender still card me
Then I sign they chest with a sharpie
Jumper still wet, nah they can't guard me
Hopped off a charter tipsy off the lager
Gossip Spillin more tea than the Boston harbor
Playin cops and robbers in her pop's impala
Hot) boxin in his car on the way to Dasha Barbours Bistro
Where'd the keys go Lost my marbles
Forgot my lion's mane and ashwaganda
Way too much ganja lit like kwanza
Keepin it Nappy with my K.I.N. that's the mantra
Hell, she ain't no Angel ask Charlie
Bet ya bottom her daddy rides a Harley
Ya boy Afrocentric like Marcus Garvey
But she can make a Rastafari date a Barbie
Jungle fever, we on safari
All camo'd out they can't see me hardly
Fuck civilian life nappy's an Army
Jump out a hummer into a Ferrari
Life's too short but its all a survival
Life's too short kiss the sky with a high note...
