Correction Lyrics The Sky Is Blue Because The Sunset Is Red by Quelle Chris

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(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah

Minute the weight pivot, sh*t start tippin' like domino
Hearts broken, no mendin', still gotta f**k some commas up
Promise we never wind up in Romulus
The road Manila now, n***as feelin' lost in Necropolis (Yeah)
The prestige, body counts in the backstage
After curtain call, I go back to buryin' past ways (Shh)
Showtime, sleep and eat, applyin' his blackface (Shh)
Back in STL, neighbors packed steel, parents played keep away
Drought deep when waterworks need to cascade
Tryna figure out how to feel without sippin' cask, dang
How the chillest out all my n***as end up in fast lanes?
Greener gra** dies on either sidе when seasons change
See thе way my accounts set up
You can overdraft all you want, just know your partners gone get fed up
You gon' takes some hits on your way to gettin' that bread up
On God, it's hard to let down your guard before you get up

Just keep on sayin' (Ooh)
When I'm six feet, keep on sayin' (Yeah)
(Gone to really show they care)
(Why these n***as wait 'til you gone to really show they care?)
(Why these n***as wait 'til you gone-)
When the low peaks, keep on sayin'
When the ends meet, don't stop sayin'
When the feds creep, keep on singin'
(Why these n***as wait 'til you gone to really show they care?)
(Why these n***as wait 'til you gone-)
When the feds creep, keep on singin'
Whose mans is this? (Whose mans is this)
Pull up to the function, I'm suited like an evangelist (Woo)
Swear my life a movie, directin', watchin' the camera shift (Uh)
Yeah, you see the fit, sh*t, my n***as lit like a candle stick (Yeah), uh
Tryna sneak in the crib, moving like Joe Pesci (Joe Pesci)
Before the night is through, the Old Jesse (Old Jesse)
This n***a skatin', damn, I'm so Gretzky (So Gretzky)
I used to always want the old zebbies (Old zebbies)
N***as is clean but knowin' the flow messy (Knowin' the flow messy)
Struggle meals, remember eatin' that white bologna (White bologna)
My older sister made the Rice-A-Roni (Rice-A-Roni)
Damn, I probably had the diaper on me (I had that diaper on me)
I'm born in '88, but fam moved in '89 (Fam moved in '89)
Damn, that sh*t was a crazy time (That sh*t was crazy)
Catch my drift like Mike Piazza at the Mets game (Mike Piazza at the Mets game)
Tribe movin' with peace but understandin' the set bang (That's a fact)
I was hella young at the barbershop when I met Kane
Conversations with Quelle, it's crazy talkin' 'bout DEATHFAME (Deathfame)
N***as is hurtin', hope they healin' in godspeed (Godspeed)
Broken hearts, leavin' 'em comments all in they IG (All in they IG)
Candlelight visuals, she bringin' teddy bears
Why they always wait 'til you gone to really show they care?

Damn
Why these n***as wait 'til you gone to really show they care?
Why these n***as wait 'til you gone to really show they care?
Why these n***as wait 'til you gone to really show they care? Mmm
Sin City
Too many guns, don't nothin' see right now, I can't see no hands
Easy if you packin' heat, f**k trust, what they say back
New friends [?][3:04]
they like, "Please don't let 'em in"
Who wanna recollect, but I can't regret, fill 'em in
All this man findin' man, graveyard, climbin' in
[?][3:15], it ain't mention eyes watchin' and facin' out the window
Sittin' pretty, shawty with me, had to let out my hair, go
On the way, but tried to, I don't who they lied to
All we know is probably the rest, don't let 'em blind you
Know we the best test, no
I'm outside, I don't know who they tryna find or lookin' for
Talkin' like sweet fast but your hands can't fade
Calm down, it ain't bustin', you actin', tryna whine, start with the greats
Get out the heart, you fallin' off, it's all lies
From a man of sin, shots fly, life crashin' by
I see your own teachers
Jumpin' 'round like n***as pleased, n***as in gla** boxes hide and seekin'
N***a, please find hobbies
I used to laugh when n***as sit on they a** and say, "God got me"
Don't let them stones hit
Last call, never too late, can't let them hoes see it
in the empire
Take one feeling for all that's real
why you here?
Ayy, ayy, whose mans is this?
You're the type of fed that know where all the cameras is
Same old ho b*t*h cryin', where all his managers?
Rap snitch gon' get fed with these bullets or these Timberlands
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah uh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah uh)
(Uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just keep on sayin'
When I'm six feet, keep on sayin'
When the low peaks, keep on sayin'
When the ends meet, don't stop sayin'
When the feds creep, keep on singin'
Just keep on sayin'
When I'm six feet, keep on sayin'
When the low peaks, keep on sayin'

You're bustin' to get rid of me, I know, but I'm gonna stay here
I'm a free citizen
It's friendly here
And I wouldn't leave my friends

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