SkyBlew
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SkyBlew & Amerigo Gazaway
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SkyBlew & DJ Reimei
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[Verse 1]
Jazz Spaceman, new profession adapted
While mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted by the man upstairs
Give me space to land—lord
Writing rhymes, paying dues ‘til my hands sore
It’s what I plan for, nobody said it would be easy
Food for the soul, not greasy, believe me
Fronting rappers give me heebie-jeebies
This is for the refugees, never the greedy
Born to live freely, world says otherwise
We pay to survive, content with the lies
Friendly skiеs what I got my sights on
When the mic’s on, evеry melody hum a chorus to the fight song
Nights long, moonlight carves out a path for cruise control
Darkness flees from a hard jab
I see the stars, grab one, make a wish
Nothing’s certain, yeah, I’m well aware of the risk but watch this
I’ma prove ‘em wrong through the songs
Righting all my wrongs over poems
Storms never last
Every paragraph is vast
Phoenix rising from the ash, clouds on the dash
Gas in my heart from the trauma of my past
But every battle scar is a token of the task I was firmly assigned
[Chorus]
Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9
Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind
Alabama in my mind, but this is for the 9-1-9
Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9
[Verse 2]
Carolina Blew Skies elegant as Bob Ross paintings
Clouds on my clothes, they get [stainy?]
Raining Blew anomaly, bombing like our economy
Honor thee starchild, master in astronomy
Quality over quantity, keep it unique
Your songs are slapping hip-hop’s face, we turn the other cheek
And drop heat for the coldest of days
Nickel-and-diming through rhyming, had to change up the pace
We ain’t in the same race, better stay in your place like introverts
My intro verse was outer space
Musical solitude, rhythm flowing through the molecules
Follow jewels, gems and audibles
They’re sabotaging the art while I’m massaging your heart
A late bloomer had the modest of starts but now I’m here
[Chorus]
Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9
Chasing the sunshine, running from the ties that bind
Alabama in my mind, but this is for the 9-1-9
Cruising in the 9-1-9, cruising in the 9-1-9
Cruisin’ In The 919 was written by Mario Farrow.
Cruisin’ In The 919 was produced by Scottie Royal.