Sun is shining, skies are blue I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida Sun is shining, feels so cool I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud
Meet me at the Western Union Don't give me excuses, bruises And a burner phone Cruising, driving down the wrong dream Billboard Jesus and a gun, I don't belong Tell Hollywood you won
Oh baby, I know, I know we won't make it I know, I know, but we're beautiful, beautiful Like the broken stars Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it You know, you know, we're beautiful, beautiful Tell me I ain't wrong
Sun is shining, skies are blue I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida Sun is shining, feels so cool I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud
Got the Florida blues (How many, how many) Got the Florida blues (How many, how many) I got Florida blues, blues I got
Young thing, sipping on white lightning Slipping on some tight thing, gold rings I'm a fucking star Sleeping on the same floor, suitcase at the bus stop Locked out in the rain again, council estate But darling I want more
Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it You know, you know, we're beautiful, beautiful Tell me I ain't wrong One way ticket in my empty pocket, and a pure high Pure high, leave it all behind
Sun is shining, skies are blue I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida Sun is shining, feel so cool I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud
Got the Florida blues (How many, how many, many) Got the Florida blues (How many, how many, many) I got Florida blues, blues I got
Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up Put it in my mouth Put it in my mouth, baby, baby Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up Put it in my mouth Put it in my mouth, baby, babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
