A Gift From The Sky Lyrics – Buck 65
Singer: Buck 65
Title: A Gift From The Sky
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 kill 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 poop decks
Sponsored by Cruex. Tight yoga pants and scoop necks
I’m not into group sex. Instead, I’m housing like a duplex
f#ck the doubters. I’m here to give flowers to 2Mex
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