Video Blue Skies Feat Alex Faith Dre Murray Y Swoope de Christon Gray 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Christon Gray - Blue Skies Feat Alex Faith Dre Murray Y Swoope Lyrics

[Christon Gray]
Wit, Swoope, Alex, Dre, Body Art

They like: Make me a millionaire
Better yet, I wanna be a billionaire
A lot of people would be handicapped
Don’t hand ‘em that, they ill prepared
What about that filthy Luther?
What about that greed inside?
What about that rich young ruler?
What about that needle eye?
Over our heads, tryna pay those bills
We like Pecos Bill, we laugh so the tornado still
Copy out, the body’s not equipped to weather the storm
So blue skies, man, we getting ‘em warm
Yo we was on that rebound love, like a Timberwolf
But the only thing that we found was lust and a bitter truth
Temptation ain’t no walk in the park
It’s only by the grace of God I ain’t get caught in the dark
Yeah deuce

[Swoope]
Man, I’m trapped in America
Where cats like: If I ever get this money, dawg
Then I know that they gon’ love me, dawg
Wake up in the morning and the greed is the mission
Better reserve gold ‘cause the green makes your image
Fair reserve notes, not swing to graven image
Bow down, idols in your heart ruler sovereignly
America, we the dudes that probably tryna do monopoly
After Numbers tryna Deuteronomy
In the movies copying the schemes of Clooney, obviously
Ocean, swimming in them Benjamins waves
The tides really swindling the omnipotent taking the tithe
Everybody’s robbing, not too many givens
Everybody’s Tyson, apple has been bitten
Sinning, not a Holyfield, like Vincent Van Gogh
Deaf to the truth of what that villain’s plan’s for
It's Death

[Alex Faith]
Cash and riches, they ain’t never lasting
Yet people chase it pouring out a lot of passion
Over here we promote a different fashion
We pursue the love, peace, grace, and mercy, everlasting
Give me all that real life music
Heart and soul, we bleed right through it
We about to kill our thoughts, y’all knew it
Always oh like: How they do that?
Everybody’s chasing dollar bills
Everybody’s chasing lots of thrills
Everybody gonna die one day even if you got your pockets filled
In a pool of money, rappers tryna keep my head up
I’m rolling with Collision over here, we pretty fed up
So it’s us versus them and we ain’t taking losses
All we got is hammers and nails, yeah, we building coffins
And we bury all the false ideologies of music
All this lying in your songs, bruh, I don’t find amusing
So y’all can keep stacking money ‘til you hit the perfect height
We submitting to the one who lived and died a perfect life
Jesus, yeah

[Dre Murray]
Them youngins outside dropping bodies like it’s Iraq
Who cares? Fifty grand in my backpack
LV, my mind where Hell be
Deaf ear to the church, what you gon’ tell me
See this life right here I ball hard
Shots I wouldn’t call for, but I pick ‘em up and lay it down
Spit that game she fall for
House sitting on a gang of sand
But all he saw was the beach when he bought the land
The clouds come, the thunder roar
His girl outside working on her tan
Lightning strikes, watch the rain pour
And now he’s screaming: Where’s God when you need a hand
Foolish plan, no boat for the flood
Not a single blue sky, no man, nor dove
My life before I seen that blood
Red cross, flag down, man, this must be love
Man, this must be a hero, but why You saving me though?
I’m a zero, but You choose to call me son, now I’m Theo
Now my Dad is the physician, snatch your heart and take a listen
Oh that dude from the block, yeah he missing
And now he got a new brain and a new heart
New aim and a fresh start
He don’t just talk it, man, he live this thing and his life got two parts
Two parts probably somewhere far away
From what you thought was a good life
But he’s with his wife and daughters walking in the park
Now I’m a boss, no really, I’m a boss
Head of the household and I count the cost
Teamed up with my wife ‘til he set it off
Director cuts, lights off