Grey Skies
Wiley From Atlanta
3:19Can't sleep can't find no way To get you to come home my dear Same shit on a different day Swear you so close right here I don't wanna think about ya But I don't think of me without ya In ya new black skirt new outfit Mouth All pout lipped screwed up red Blue smoke circle all around your head Moments in between something heavenly Exactly where I wanted you to be blue eyes so cloudless Funny how this shit change I was picturing you picturing me picking out a ring Now I'm sensitive Standing at the corner in the rain feel different Knowing you don't think about my name when you visit him I know he doesn't touch the little tattoo Right above your hip pink twisted with the blue so intimate, In and out of Saturn Rings trace a pattern Jawline fracture up against the way you kissing it So broke down might slip might drown might float might choke... Each week no peace can be found in my head Knee deep sweet dreams you can sleep when I'm dead Sleep sink deep water like a shot to my head Think he might want her if she leave me I'm dead