Blue Skies - Skittles

Manchester

Hear what?

Hear this, ay

Blue skies don’t visit enough

Grey skies make you tough

'Nough scuffles and fisticuffs

I’m a diamond in the rut

All mixed up, looking to be picked up

Fuck 'em, init

I ain’t Goliath but that’s a big zut

Self medicating deprecating is a bit fucked

Fuck it, init

I ain’t even ever read a big book

'Cause my attention span isn’t worth a mention man

Forget it, init

I forget a lot, forget a bit but

Remember the big stuff

Remember my big bruv hitting for me

Why was I always the one who nicked stuff?

I was on a big bluff but I had my shit sussed

What I did when I was a villain but not a big boss

I was a bit lost and it had a big cost

And I pay it, that’s why they’re phoning me and I’m switched off

Missus getting pissed off, worried I’ve been licked off

says that manny shit trainers are rocking six socks

Never judge a foot by its cover but where it kicks off

I believe him, it isn’t easy being a big dog

Man say «hello,» but I dunno where I know him from

Wicked, init

I wasn’t in it the minute shit popped

The more money, the more funny this shit got

Funny, init

Man wasn’t laughing on Danny’s inbox

Make you wanna ring Fox, tell him get a clip copped

Gully, init

I’m not a bully but I’m a victor

A victim?

I think not

Pick a bigger picture

Pretty, init

I’m still Skitty spitting with

Tryna get my shit boxed, tryna get it shipped off

Still in the bits, still never listen to hip-hop

Got a tick list that could buy a nice wrist watch

Silly, init

I’m not a millionaire but I’m richer

I sip a mixture

So much love in my life is making me sick

Job’s drinking on the shift, ship’s sinking on this shit

Nick’s thinking I’m a dick

still shifting this shit

Next chick’s licking my bits

This bitch grabbing my —

This bitch digging my sniff

I’m straight digging her ditch

Lately, pitted a rich

Gold-diggers playing field stay in tune with the pitch

I’m a victim

What we doing?

Where we going?

I’m a party head

They think I’m a father figure, they party 'round my yard again

The self-confident issues and the truth is so bananas

He’s fucking your partner but you’re still down with him, aren’t you?

You fucking nugget

Nobody’s talking about your fucking goal

I don’t know why you doubt yourself so much when you’re out

Is it too much drugs?

Not enough drugs?

Is it too much drugs?

Not enough —

Is it too much drugs?

Not enough drugs?

Too much drugs —

People needing constant reassurance around me, it must be boring without me

'Cause people talking about you

I’m talking about me, I’m talking 'bout you

I’m talking about — you know what I’m talking about

Paranoia, man I know you, low self-esteem too many beans doesn’t do it for you

I remember as a boy I’m singing like I taught my way out of soil

But still I always got a lawyer

I’ve never had an employer

I wasn’t backing my boy

I was the front of the voyage but wasn’t packing a toy

I’ve knew a lot for a long time, got a pot full of long rhymes

Drop a lot of the wrong lines at a lot of the wrong times

Got a lot of rotten advice from a lot of the wrong guys

A lot of lies kept me bottom of something that could been mine

While bare eyes burn me from the side

Guys staring at me in disguise, who’s on the rise

Listen to me

Blue skies turn dark, dark nights turn cold

Young ones grow old, most souls get sold

Next thing you know you’ve got a note in your nose

Struggling to touch your toes, thinking nobody knows

You wish time froze, can’t believe the path that you chose

As time goes by you wish you’ve done what you told

You sign for your dough, hide in your boat

And head home and watch the rest of your life unfold

You get me, though?