Cotton Candy Skies

Okay okay Where do I even begin' Fuck it the boy goin' in Fuck it I might get the Raf Then its a wrap, call it Saran Studio daily, I swear if that shit out a 8 then we make it a 10 If you playin' you playin' pretend You can play just don't play with Patek I get it I get it, I'm jaded my visions are way to complex to explain But if Trump took LSD saw us angelically Maybe he'd stop all the hate Now I'm talkin' I'm off of an 8th As in often I'm in outer space I don't look up to god I relate Cotton candy be the sky, pushing the roof back My OGs down to ride but you already knew that I took a little trap and mixed it wit boom bap Now the city all on my dick like how did he do that Ice cream and good kush, the recipe too nice Touch down in LA, its only for two nights I took a little rock and mixed it wit boom bap Now the city all on my dick, now the city all on my gat If you see me out wit my clique Then you seen me all in my bag No freshman but I'm fresh as fuck the freshest one in my class And the A&R said the boy blowing like AR's let it blast And I stay comin' in first, still the boy prayin' that this shit last And I don't pray much and that's facts Shit I hardly ever pray at all But what kind of god is you prayin' to If you really prayin' that I fall And I stay throwing up peace signs but the boys really down to brawl Call me Modern Day Matisse paint a picture call the finished thing Modern Art Cotton candy be the sky, pushing the roof back My OGs down to ride but you already knew that I took a little trap and mixed it wit boom bap Now the city all on my dick like how did he do that Ice cream and good kush, the recipe too nice Touch down in LA, its only for two nights I took a little rock and mixed it wit boom bap Now the city all on my dick, now the city all on my gat --- Cotton Candy Skies - Pick Patek