lirik lagu a gift from the sky – buck 65

i used to watch trains closely

grossly underrated, now i mitigate the pains, mostly

no sleep. freaking skinny as a stickman

bike with a kickstand. hiding. terrified of quicksand

dude, i was so worried about the bermuda triangle

for pity’s sake, shooting cityscapes, include a wide*angle

my tranquil surroundings would become louder at

lunch hour. snapping cap guns. the air smelled like gunpowder

here’s a question… what does it mean to be true blue?

the difference between fake and pure. just making sure that you knew

to whom it may concern, i’m strictly self*funded

solo. zulu nation. 1200 hobos. i love mojo

doing the juan soto shuffle. causing a kerfuffle
ruffles feathers. could be headed for troubled weather

with pleasure, there’s places on the map that i would gladly nuke

chew the fatty food. i’ll take a break to do the patty duke

next i’ll do an old*fashioned feather dance or

freestyle wearing run dmc*style leather pants

hard to k!ll like desert plants. trashed, first draft destroyed

i once read that every cool girl is half a boy

there’s going to be a flood and surge. now i got a sudden urge to

stand tall. you can’t call order 66 a purge

sweeter than pixie sticks. make the same mistake twice

and like the dixie chicks said i’m not ready to make nice

hit the brake lights, it’s two hats wearing season
i’m changing the drum track up for no apparent reason

no guarantees. got three kings and a pair of threes

diatribes and daring deeds. the new scribes and pharisees

i’m throwing low strikes and it goes like this

it wasn’t in the script like snow white’s kiss

i know it’s problematic. someone’s gotta take the heat

but instead of trying to break a spell, i’ll just break a beat

a gift from the sky. as the record begins to spin

i’m rapping on the beach because the seaside wins again

brass and wind instruments happening. the crack of the snare

clones of clowns rapping to contrast and compare

snap suplex. old wooden boats with p**p decks

sponsored by cruex. tight yoga pants and scoop necks
i’m not into group s*x. instead, i’m housing like a duplex

f*ck the doubters. i’m here to give flowers to 2mex

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