Lyrics Blue Skies - QUINCY

I know everything will alright
What those 3 little birds say
Dodging out the way
Of the bs like O'lay
Summer spirit
Born end of May
Crispy sound
A frito lay

I make myself hungry

While I make y'all think
Wanna survive and thrive
Off paper and ink
Shark in the water
Scent distinct

Not a moment
Have to go off instinct
Until cheers thrown up
And them drinks do clink

I am sorry, but I go on tangents
Things I've seen have
Left me flabbergasted
Some wounds healed
Some are rehabing
Firm hold on the ship
Steerin life like a whip
Towards a dreamscape sunset
Maybe peace of mind is what I'll get
Finally realized theres more then not giving shits
Falling on a bad path
Then you should redirect
Find that inner light and reconnect
Find the vision then you reinvent

Until until

Blue skies
On the horizons
Too sly
Way It be stylen
It glide
Not even tryin
Set sail
Breeze gets the Chyming

Blue skies
On the horizons
Too sly
Way It be stylen
It glide
Not even trying
Set sail
Breeze gets the Chyming

Always look to reflect
Takin' church steps to
Genuflect 'twas
Before moms death
Carefree spirit
Had me looking up
Was over my head
Boisterous, lively
Still feeling dead
Athletic and healthy
Still feeling dread
Hurt people I loved
Laid in that bed
It all came back to a rebirth
Of a dream I thought had
Came and went
Life isn't rehearsed

Put each day behind
Saying I won
Got the first one
Radio interview
In Phoenix
On the 411

Wait, what
Sorry I'm not seeing any fucks
Wouldn't push your luck
Unless I've hit rock bottom
And I'm blackout drunk
Ass'll get struck
Ounce of progress to me
Feeling like a ton
Best believe
I'll keep it up
Constant growth
Exponential rise, on an influx
Coming in ya better duck

I see I see

Blue skies
On the horizons
Too sly
Way It be stylen
It glide
Not even tryin
Set sail
Breeze gets the Chyming

Blue skies
On the horizons
Too sly
Way It be stylen
It glide
Not even trying
Set sail
Breeze gets the Chyming