Blew’s Reality Show

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SkyBlew - Rap

Blew’s Reality Show

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Verse 1: I'ma take my time right here 'cause They be acting like they don't hear us [?] a wiz in training, harpooning, creating rain and Draining, I hate dishonest Who knows when they ever gon' sign us Got a drive I provided with blinders Lost souls calling out, 'Please find us' Get reminders when I'm rhyming So they follow what I say like Simon Top Ramen my noodles flavored with spices These thoughts is savored, depopulation Government want to ban integration Want a nation divided without love, they already decided But I'ma spread love, just like rumors Gray hat gotta match with the Pumas Hakuna matata theory No worries, y'all don't hear me Delirious rappers these days Are like one song on replay, no shuffle Their words are muffled Not amazed but I'm puzzled I guzzle this blue Mountain Dew Dude, what you know about it? Found the right path, I'ma go about it My life, they should make a show about it And call it reality, guarantee it's not scripted Or prerecorded, won't see distorted, just one producer, I lived it Chorus: Every single day, I be out here tryna find sunshine But it's fine, keep a place up in my mind for my sanity I almost gave up on humanity But I stay cool, that's Blew, it's the man in me Verse 2: Why you lyin' like the [?] fo'? And quit sayin' mostly planning the scene slow Don't think though, lost in these false illusions I don't expect connects so stop your movement Sweet dreams of the likes and the dance But I realize you could lose your life in the end So I write just to win the souls of ones lost Idolizing fame but overlooking the cost Yeah, but maintain my composure Got 'em open hoping to bring closure Picture that, I'm the one for exposure [?] told ya Plotted dreams in the minds of the Blew Sky 'Ay chill!' cold shoulders and woosa Medusa stone looks when I put 'em on blast No money, you broke, throw 'em the cash Live fast, die young, dumb slogan, unsung Even I'm centric, aiming for the sun Make rap cities around your town go plummet Translucent, congruent Harmony with chakra, keep my spirits fluent [?], never been fake like Botox Or bear defeat, I'm sleeping with both socks Tow watch, keep a hand on time Don't gotta rhyme, the brainless won't mind Mama told the son she know he gon' shine Operate brains, I open up minds One time for the 919

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Credits

Writers
  • Mario Farrow