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letra de sea 2 sky - ato-mik

first verse:

atom-
let me tell you bout a little dream i had
had my face down no pillow on the mat
mind out for a walk while she wearing my hat
tisa on the dot she had the red dot on her forehead sh-t
just saying my man, but she didn’t like rice or golden sand
ate her up like brown rice on demand, i’m the man, no v’s no m’ no o’s no a’s no d’s
if you know my lingo, hear it ringing through your mind like a ringtone
everybody so tough for the c-note, thinking if they aren’t they gunna lose most
walk around with desiinger that’s a peacoat
and they jacking x6 hear the guns blow
everybody got the same d-mn ringtone
not jealous but its eating at my ego
i’m a lion try an jump on to an eagle see if the weight will break him and he feeble
or crash into to sp-ce and erase that place, put’em in they place for fact of rubtle
everybody watching leaving so subtle, no words for the kid he blessed
can’t be apart unless you p-ssed that test, but it’s on you
how the f-ck you think we get a million views
how you think we get a house up with the view
when the market running up the money on the news
the money on the news, the money on the news, the money on the news
inflation is invasion not a foreigner’s view
so many houses sit up on the cliff they got nothing to do
greedy economics shifting up like tectonics
underneath our feet, see the freedom has deplete
but there’s ways that we can win, they can’t beat us they just sin
but yeah i’m only one man, i need you all flood the streets and take stand

chorus 1:
catch us moving, catch us moving, catch us moving
we be on the sea to sky high we be cruising. (×2)

verse 2:

mikey mic –
i know that you want it
so how you go get it
a mission of wishing you know that i’m dishing
everyone trekking this solo my mission
things that i wanted you know i go get it
how can you tell me to go get a head
my girl she know that i’m really a head
not focused on counted the cheds
i’m lokking out scoping them feds
smoking out at my homestead
rollin up dewbies it rushing my head
know i’m not loosing it’s all in your head
is it that the gucci mane clean out the feds
ice cream on face and we rolling the best
no more to test and we running usain
bolt and i’m gone and i’m not the same
i don’t be playing those silly games
write up a page and i hit the stage
making this money ain’t always case
check in the bank you can see my estate
cash n the p-ssy is all that they chase
basic b-tches better turnup the pace
don’t you ever read about your faith
too caught up in the same d-mn place
take a second realise what’s great, endless possibilities of fate
think out side the box draw a spade, ace in hole i’m always laid
comfortably i’ll take my place, i don’t want to be another flake
snow is great but i slay that whip, on my skis and i hopped your b-tch
she was granted her mikey wish, so i tell you there’s plenty of fish
unless your want to settle it with fists
swing first ill catch your miss
redirect it till your p-ssed, saw you try to kick my wrist, grab your foot then flick my wrist, too swift you on your tush, throat punched you choking sh-t i’ll leave now, you a joke b-tch

chorus 2/outro: (refer to chorus 1)

- ato mik

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