Blue Skies

Ay, Skittles
Manchester
Hear what?
Hear this, ay

[Verse 1]
Blue skies don't visit enough
Grey skies make you tough
'Nough scuffles and fisticuffs
I'm a diamond in the rut
All mixed up, looking to be picked up
Fuck 'em, init
I ain't Goliath but that's a big zut
Self medicating deprecating is a bit fucked
Fuck it, init
I ain't even ever read a big book
'Cause my attention span isn't worth a mention man
Forget it, init
I forget a lot, forget a bit but
Remember the big stuff
Remember my big bruv hitting for me
Why was I always the one who nicked stuff?
I was on a big bluff but I had my shit sussed
What I did when I was a villain but not a big boss
I was a bit lost and it had a big cost
And I pay it, that's why they're phoning me and I'm switched off
Missus getting pissed off, worried I've been licked off
[?] says that manny shit trainers are rocking six socks
Never judge a foot by its cover but where it kicks off
I believe him, it isn't easy being a big dog
Man say "hello," but I dunno where I know him from
Wicked, init
I wasn't in it the minute shit popped
The more money, the more funny this shit got
Funny, init
Man wasn't laughing on Danny's inbox
Make you wanna ring Fox, tell him get a clip copped
Gully, init
I'm not a bully but I'm a victor
A victim? I think not
Pick a bigger picture
Pretty, init
I'm still Skitty spitting with [?]
Tryna get my shit boxed, tryna get it shipped off
Still in the bits, still never listen to hip-hop
Got a tick list that could buy a nice wrist watch
Silly, init
I'm not a millionaire but I'm richer
I sip a mixture
So much love in my life is making me sick
Job's drinking on the shift, ship's sinking on this shit
Nick's thinking I'm a dick
[?] still shifting this shit
Next chick's licking my bits
This bitch grabbing my -
This bitch digging my sniff
I'm straight digging her ditch
Lately, pitted a rich
Gold-diggers playing field stay in tune with the pitch
I'm a victim
What we doing? Where we going? I'm a party head
They think I'm a father figure, they party 'round my yard again
The self-confident issues and the truth is so bananas
He's fucking your partner but you're still down with him, aren't you?
You fucking nugget
Nobody's talking about your fucking goal
I don't know why you doubt yourself so much when you're out

[Hook]
Is it too much drugs? Not enough drugs?
Is it too much drugs? Not enough -
Is it too much drugs? Not enough drugs?
Too much drugs -

[Verse 2]
People needing constant reassurance around me, it must be boring without me
'Cause [?] people talking about you
I'm talking about me, I'm talking 'bout you
I'm talking about - you know what I'm talking about
Paranoia, man I know you, low self-esteem too many beans doesn't do it for you
I remember as a boy I'm singing like I taught my way out of soil
But still I always got a lawyer
I've never had an employer
I wasn't backing my boy
I was the front of the voyage but wasn't packing a toy
I've knew a lot for a long time, got a pot full of long rhymes
Drop a lot of the wrong lines at a lot of the wrong times
Got a lot of rotten advice from a lot of the wrong guys
A lot of lies kept me bottom of something that could been mine
While bare eyes burn me from the side
Guys staring at me in disguise, who's on the rise
Listen to me
Blue skies turn dark, dark nights turn cold
Young ones grow old, most souls get sold
Next thing you know you've got a note in your nose
Struggling to touch your toes, thinking nobody knows
You wish time froze, can't believe the path that you chose
As time goes by you wish you've done what you told
You sign for your dough, hide in your boat
And head home and watch the rest of your life unfold
You get me, though?