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letra de gray skies - call me ace

[verse 1: call me ace]
yea
i’m thankful for the angels that distributed access
when i had nothin’ (yea)
you can’t call it a hand out
especially when i never had grabbed nothin’ (true)
be careful how you treat strangers
they might remember your name from the past, youngin’ (yea)
it’s hard to act outta anger and keep building up trust
when you come back from it
they like the way i carry myself
but truthfully my bootstraps was made by somebody else
a son of a immigrant learnin’ how to think for myself
became ace playin’ with cards that i ain’t dealt
hard to think we made it far from fields
when my day job flow make the experience feel all too real
a few major differences but all true still
i could leave the office now see the law – boom – k!lled (wait hold up hold up)
thank god for the breath that i own to thank him
our days are numbered i don’t like to overthink it
i know the way i live inside don’t match my rankin’
sometimes i question whether i’ll be at the banquet
or sent out gruelin’
i say i love my neighbor but who am i foolin’?
i promise that i love christ but keep on sinnin’
don’t confuse these accolades with me all winnin’ cause

[chorus 1]
when i look up in the sky man i must be colorblind cause
right now all i see is gray, yea
all i see is gray, yea
right now, all i see is gray
see when i look up in the sky man i must be colorblind cause
right now all i see is gray, yea
all i see is gray
right now, all i see is gray

[verse 2]
look
seasons change mad things rearrange (yea)
i really wish they stayed the same though
do that make me kinda strange?
i’m fillin’ margins of my mental notebook by the page
it’s getting’ full, how much more can i take?
i’m tryna think
i loss my boss now i report to another
lookin’ around and searchin’ for another brother
me and obama went to the same school
so why they treat me in this office like a fool?
ain’t how mama raised me
it make my blood cells boil got me feelin brazy
actin’ like i ain’t survived off of rice and gravy
outside of jesus christ ain’t n-body save me
so who you think you is to tell me who i can’t be?
done a lot in little years so it’s hard to age me
i fit in with different crowds so it’s hard to rate me
ain’t no label in this world sufficient to cage me
tryna live this one life, i don’t work with plan b, but

[chorus 2]
as of late it feel like cloudy days cause
right now all i see is gray, yea
all i see is gray, yea
right now, all i see is gray, yea
but as of late, feel like cloudy days cause
right now all i see is gray, yea
all i see is gray
right now, all i see is gray

[outro: female flight attendant]
ladies and gentlemen
the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign
as we are experiencing some turbulence
i should not see anyone up out of their seats
and i should not see anyone without a seatbelt
if you have any questions…
you shouldn’t have any questions, i made myself very clear
thank you

- call me ace

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