[Lyric] Blew Style I Write (SkyBlew)

Yeah, Backdraft, we back at it again man, back at it again
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 1:
Yeah, paint the Sky Blew
Look, you know the infinite gon’ need a minute to reinvent it
That brain food, some are seasoning it
They fallin’ for the steez and these chicks’ tease
They miss [?] ‘cause stars usually don’t move at the speed
But I’m a different type of constellation
Teach your mom some patience
Then remind the nation of the style
Engraved like a tombstone in danger
Dreaming since a kid crushing on the Pink Ranger (uh oh)
What? See me swimming up heaven’s creek
I let em sleep, watch and wake up with a better me
Perspective, finish the objective
If I wasn’t rappin’ then I would be a detective
I’m very serious
I got my trench coat drenched in soap
Conversations engaging, I’m just tryna elope
Lines phat though my height is quite stiff
My mind gains weight with the pen I write with
Get it?
Hook:
I mean who else would it be?
I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype
With the Blew style that I write
Blew style that I write
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write
Blew style alright
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write, right?

Verse 2:
Feeling good but I never said I’m comfortable
The same kid that they labeled dysfunctional
Is grown and punctual
Please excuse the grammar
This Tar Heel State is great but not forsaken Alabama in him
It’s in my genes denim
These snakes can be venomous
Who can you really trust?
Another one bites the dust, I gotta burn out
Shows started spinnin', now we gettin’ turnouts
Girl sweat your perm out, celebrate the weekend
Truth don't hide, y’all just never seekin’
I should be a deacon, I’m takin’ them to church
The spirit of my grandmother risen from the dirt
Gotta put in work on this path to be great
‘cause I know some dream killers who would laugh in my face but
I got a fresh pair of shades, new blinds
Blew running this but don’t sweat it, the pleasure’s all mine
Yeah yeah, the pleasure's all mine
The pleasure's all mine

Hook:
I mean who else would it be?
I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype
With the Blew style that I write
Blew style that I write
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write
Blew style alright
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write, right?

Verse 3:
Too much flavor
Lifesaver for your eardrum
Fresh as the air I breathe [?] the purest lungs
People said a lot of things now they take it back
I been to the stars, almost didn’t make it back (for real)
The world grabbed at my heart and started breaking that
Left me with a bare feeling like a naked back
But now I’m on, my songs run up your power bill
They electrified, that’s how I feel
When I’m rocking on the stage, got they hands in the air
[?] told me break a leg, almost fell out of my chair
‘cause the table started turning in this den full of thieves
I’m [?] than a [?] making time to appease
Stopped blowing trees back when I was 16
‘cause I’m high off life, now I write Sistine
In Chapel Hill, I’m living off the thrill of a moment
I’m the missing component
You should have known it
What?
Hook:
I mean who else would it be?
I got the recipe so the plans for tonight is to get em hype
With the Blew style that I write
Blew style that I write
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write
Blew style alright
With that Blew style that I write
They like that Blew style that I write, right?

I mean who else would it be? Huh? Huh?
Alright?
Right?