Okay okay
Where do I even begin'
F*ck it the boy goin' in
F*ck 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 f*ck 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
Pick Patek - Cotton Candy Skies Lyrics
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Okay okay
Where do I even begin'
F*ck it the boy goin' in
F*ck 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 f*ck 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
Where do I even begin'
F*ck it the boy goin' in
F*ck 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 f*ck 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
Writer: JAMES PICKERING
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave