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Skyfall Video (MV)




Performed By: Rey Morado
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Erik Tuft




Rey Morado - Skyfall Lyrics
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Heavy head, what's in my pocket
Got leaven bread, won't catch me with one blunt and seven heads
Clock drive me crazy, might sever head
Dark as a single night, several dead
It's probably cause they said we ain't matter
I'ma addict who at it a lot
If I turn back right now, hold up I'll I shatter
Applause or the laughter, it never mattered
I turn on the food, my opponent some Zataran's
Thought they did me in, Michael, I'm back again
But don't say a word, Id rather focus on verb
I rather put in the work, tell that nigga keep his day job
Somebody hurt, ring up the ambulance
I inspiration, that man a fan
I'ma chill on the rotation, I'm only comfortable around the fam
I cannot crumble and sink in sand, I watch em fumble again and 'gain
We not the same, you search for the blame
I'm off of the strain, do not give a f*ck at all
F*ck it all, I'm feeling the rush and fall
Just need a plug to answer beck and call
I'ma ring it up, I tell that nigga to bag that
I wake up, I got a dodge bomb
I swear I'm living in Baghdad
But I gotta live it up
So I gotta re-up, gone pack that
No 007, I skyfall
I'ma need something to match that
Since I was 17, I had that kerosene
Hang time on Eren Yaeger, I could never fake it
It's no wonder they stare at me
Rey was in Tumblr, I been rotating
Ahead of my time, from the Eocene
This episode, I couldn't switch it
They gon' behold, had to realize some niggas gon' be hoes
If I'm in it, then she on her toes
I been penny pinching, ain't no golden road
You ain't worth shit, four for four
I been stacking values, just might overload
If you want it, then I'm over those
Not yet over hill yet, pushing bolder,go
Till I'm six feet, need what I be owed
I just blew my last, this shit getting old
This shit getting old
Ring it up, I tell that nigga to bag that
I wake up, I got a dodge bomb
I swear I'm living in Baghdad
But I gotta live it up
So I gotta re-up, gone pack that
No 007, I skyfall
I'ma need something to match that
I'ma need
Match that
I'ma need
Yea yea yea yea
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Heavy head, what's in my pocket
Got leaven bread, won't catch me with one blunt and seven heads
Clock drive me crazy, might sever head
Dark as a single night, several dead
It's probably cause they said we ain't matter
I'ma addict who at it a lot
If I turn back right now, hold up I'll I shatter
Applause or the laughter, it never mattered
I turn on the food, my opponent some Zataran's
Thought they did me in, Michael, I'm back again
But don't say a word, Id rather focus on verb
I rather put in the work, tell that nigga keep his day job
Somebody hurt, ring up the ambulance
I inspiration, that man a fan
I'ma chill on the rotation, I'm only comfortable around the fam
I cannot crumble and sink in sand, I watch em fumble again and 'gain
We not the same, you search for the blame
I'm off of the strain, do not give a f*ck at all
F*ck it all, I'm feeling the rush and fall
Just need a plug to answer beck and call
I'ma ring it up, I tell that nigga to bag that
I wake up, I got a dodge bomb
I swear I'm living in Baghdad
But I gotta live it up
So I gotta re-up, gone pack that
No 007, I skyfall
I'ma need something to match that
Since I was 17, I had that kerosene
Hang time on Eren Yaeger, I could never fake it
It's no wonder they stare at me
Rey was in Tumblr, I been rotating
Ahead of my time, from the Eocene
This episode, I couldn't switch it
They gon' behold, had to realize some niggas gon' be hoes
If I'm in it, then she on her toes
I been penny pinching, ain't no golden road
You ain't worth shit, four for four
I been stacking values, just might overload
If you want it, then I'm over those
Not yet over hill yet, pushing bolder,go
Till I'm six feet, need what I be owed
I just blew my last, this shit getting old
This shit getting old
Ring it up, I tell that nigga to bag that
I wake up, I got a dodge bomb
I swear I'm living in Baghdad
But I gotta live it up
So I gotta re-up, gone pack that
No 007, I skyfall
I'ma need something to match that
I'ma need
Match that
I'ma need
Yea yea yea yea
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Writer: Erik Tuft
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