Cool Talk for the Morning - SkyBlew

Cool talk for the

Cool talk for the

Cool talk for the

It’s like this

Bruce Lee, Chung Lee, Rock Lee, this a kicker

Mars in my bars like Snickers, figures

I’m spaced out, eating Reese Puffs to Milky Way

Lip sync to the music, I ain’t going out the Milly way

Vanilly ice cream, I’m cold illy, no wet Willy

The ears dry, death sounding grim like Billy

Uh, flows meaner than Mandy, rest in peace Tandy

Hard to breathe in my current thoughts like sandy

My tree dome is where I free roam

Like a ex-con playing GTA, give him hives

I’m breaking out, here’s some Clearasil

Going ghost, Danny Phantom in Silent Hill, ew!

Wipe that drool off your chin, Sky tatted on my skin

Not a name seeking in, I

Wasn’t born in April, so who you tryna fool?

Now

Infinite frostbites will make the devil cool down

I’m not receiving even though your song’s catchy

Call yourself a artist just because you acting sketchy?

Word to the, we nerds, why we dividing for?

Now I got ‘em lost in translation of the metaphor

Give me a few to unwind down

A little Nujabes and Amy Winehouse

What tomorrow holds we’ll find out

When that hour approaches but right now I’m focused so time out

Give me a few to unwind down

A little Nujabes and Amy Winehouse

What tomorrow holds we’ll find out

When that hour approaches but right now I’m focused so time out

Man, cool talk for the morning

Cool talk for the morning, yeah

Cool talking from the night to the morning

My brain never stop performing

Yeah yeah, uh

Cool talk for the

Cool talk for the

Cool talk for the morning

Cool talking from the night to the morning

My brain never stop performing

Yo, it’s something fishy on the reels

See the cloud flying over women head over heels

Just skills unseen like Jessica Alba until I’m still too fantastic for a deal

‘cause I pursue storms, steady scheming like chill

Aren’t you sick of people putting to sleep?

You NyQuil

The night will reveal the drafts of light, chill

Created a new sound, I made it, no mic realer

A June, J Beat caveman on the, dig a hole undefeated

Zero losses, bosses ain’t enough, bank on that

Pigeon man beyond the sun what I trust

I is a must like a under-age arm

After being outside all day, call me State Farm

‘cause like a good neighbor, I’m there when you need it

And that was on the humble, imagine me conceited

Peace

Paint The Sky, Blew