Lyrics Blood in the Sky - Dave East , Millyz

We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
The things that I've sacrificed
The things that I've sacrificed
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed
Burgundy seats in the Cullinan
Found out she like the rest of them hoes fell out of love again
Sober mind I couldn't cut the tension pass the drugs again
Sweep my problems under the rug again
I reached out got no replies so I'm like fuck it then
Digital dash for the stash that's a custom Benz
Lustin ends being broke just gave me tougher skin
Feelin like I'm Birdy and above the rim
Who made these rules I think they confused
Even when I couldn't pay these bills I had to pay these dues
Under pressure standin tall like I'm 8'2
Watchin stateys cruise praying we don't make the news
Costa Rica trips wish that we could speak a bit
Had to take the time away from you I probably needed it
I throw that shit on every night look like an Easter fit
The coupe clean I'm riding dirty picture me legit
We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
Turquoise leather look like a Charlotte Hornet
Ferrari morning took the shooter before I start performing
It's natural business why you talking on it
Surrounded by steppers we be walking on it
Papa Does I ordered crawfish
Pontiac, that Grand am I got it from an auction
Seen caution tape around my projects, Clinton is in office
He was in the oval office getting ate up
We was tryna scrape up, no Pateks it was Jacobs
Lenux ave hungry as fuck I would go to Jacobs
Time Chef talking to Flip they can't erase us
Me and Smilez would argue, he got me out of the matrix
Lean on me like I'm Mr. Clark, my life was dangerous
Tom Ford occasions its movies without the scripts
I think connect this shit is so different without my crip
I think of Chill Will every time that I take a sip
I think of fuck niggas every time that I take a shit
We could fly you know what I like
Butterfly doors on passenger side
We could ride out suicide
Risk it all for my foolish pride
Sometimes I see blood in the sky
Broken wings but we learn how to fly
Call it fool's paradise
Call it fool's paradise
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed
Things that I've sacrificed
See the hate in their eyes
They envy this life
Things that I've sacrificed