corner of the sky tonight Maybe you can catch it Keep it secret 'til the end of time And you see it come on In the corner of the sky tonight Maybe you
do that, they don't deserve that Look at 'em, they couldn't handle it, they nerves would collapse Bag 'em up, sift 'em up, skinny boy lick the cut No
, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on lean
loose And all that jazz Right up here Is where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky I bet you luck Lindy Never
