Pink Skies
Wiley From Atlanta
Pink skies twisted up with the blues
Can’t make my eyes stop looking at you
I think I’m drunk enough
I think I’m falling in love
Ooh what you smoking on
I need a hit of that drug
Ridin 85 bumping elevators
Roll up all my problems in these rello papers
Dropping out of school, smartest shit that I did
My mama callin boy you need your education
Look me in my eyes, she can tell I’m faded
Sipping cups of wine while my records playing
Breaking down sativa bumping idlewild
Locked up in my room, dodging expectations
And if Jesus Christ watching me
He probably sipping hennessy on ice
Top it twice
Neon lights flashing on the pearly gates
Heaven got a couple shows tonight
Finna wait in line for a chance to see Prince
Hoping on a second chance at life
Just in case the one I’m living in never do me right
And this high completely caught me by surprise
Doubled up on edibles for summer nights
Leather seats for summer weather
When the Sun is out I think I love you better
Pink skies twisted up with the blues
Can’t make my eyes stop looking at you
I think I’m drunk enough
I think I’m falling in love
Ooh what you smoking on
I need a hit of that drug
Pink skies twisted up with the blues
Can’t make my eyes stop looking at you
I think I’m drunk enough
I think I’m falling in love
Ooh what you smoking on
I need a hit of that drug
