Grey

We wake up when the sun goes down

Neighbor says, "The smell's too loud"

Ridin' in my old-school thing

Shotgun with my old-school babe

So wake me when the sun goes down

Tonight's my last night in town

I pledge to a flag so grey (oh yeah, baby)

No matter what time, the skies are grey

Ooh, around this time, was starving, no Ramadan

Yeah, might've robbed you blind

You, you, you, your dad and moms

Yeah, keep that in mind

Fear two things, being broke and dying

Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD, come take this ride

No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside?

Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind

Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize (grey)

Yeah, ooh (uh)

We wake up when the sun goes down

Neighbor says, "The smell's too loud"

Ridin' in my old-school thing

Shotgun with my old-school babe

So wake me when the sun goes down

Tonight's my last night in town

I pledge to a flag so grey (oh yeah, baby, no matter what time)

No matter what time, the skies are grey

(Grey) yeah, oh

(Grey) yeah

(Grey) yeah, oh (uh)

(Grey) the sky is grey

(Grey) mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

(Grey) mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

(Grey) the sky is grey (uh-huh)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh (grey)

Yeah, yeah (grey)

Oh-oh-oh, whoa (grey)

Yeah, yeah (uh-huh)

The sky is grey

Yeah, yeah, the sky is grey

Mmm-mm, oh (grey!)

Might be the last time I trip

I know I said this shit last time (grey!), but damn

I never had a trip like this (trip like this)

Who knew a three-way on freeway

Can trip with three hoes to a six-way?

Ain't gotta finesse out the midway

So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay

No more, goddamn (goddamn...)

And pops never gave me shit (gave me shit...)

But pops ain't raised no bitch (no bitch...)

I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch (hit that ditch...)

Raised in a town where they looked so good

Outside like it ain't that serious (ain't that serious...)

My nigga got dumb years doing dumb shit

Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick

Killer tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious

Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous (feeling nauseous...)

The nigga so good, he was so cold

Another lost kid, Mo City soul (yeah-yeah)

The sky is grey, whoa-oh, go

Mm-mm, mm-mm, yeah