Wiley From Atlanta

Pink Skies

Wiley From Atlanta


Tom: C

Am                            C
Pink skies twisted up with the blues

Am                                 C
Can’t make my eyes stop looking at you

             Am
I think I’m drunk enough

                        C
I think I’m falling in love

             Am
Ooh what you smoking on

                     C
I need a hit of that drug


(verse 1)
       Am              C
Ridin 85 bumping elevators
Am                                         C
Roll up all my problems in these rello papers
Am                                           C
Dropping out of school, smartest shit that I did
Am                                    C
My mama callin boy you need your education


Look me in my eyes, she can tell I’m faded

Sipping cups of wine while my records playing

Breaking down sativa bumping idlewild

Locked up in my room, dodging expectations


And if jesus christ watching me

He probably sipping hennessy on ice

Top it twice

Neon lights flashing on the pearly gates

Heaven got a couple shows tonight

Finna wait in line for a chance to see Prince

Hoping on a second chance at life

Just in case the one I’m living in never do me right

And this high completely caught me by surprise

Doubled up on edibles for summer nights

Leather seats for summer weather

When the sun is out I think i love you better


(hook)
       Am                      C
Pink skies twisted up with the blues

               Am                   C
Can’t make my eyes stop looking at you

             Am
I think I’m drunk enough

                        C
I think I’m falling in love

             Am
Ooh what you smoking on

                     C
I need a hit of that drug