Blue - Jonah Yano, MONEYPHONE

Praises to the most high

I just hit a low

I just need some blue sky

Baby take me home

I left some truth inside ya

What is the make in a man?

Niggas be iffy I don’t understand

Black man, black skin platform

Elevator right to my demise

Coffin be looking to match my skin tone

Shift a couple hues on the pantone

Posthumous with a couple wack songs

As long as my niggas get paid, ay

Look at the sky

Look at the stars

Look at myself like at myself I’m ready for war

Look at the sky

Look at the stars

Look at myself like at myself I’m ready for more

Blood in my eyes I came from pain (we ain’t the same)

Everyday I wake up in haze

Look down at myself when I’m searching for praise

Baby can you hold me down?

Praises to the most high

I just hit a low

I just need some blue sky

Baby take me home

I be fucking up

And I don’t every right my wrongs

You could pick it up

That’s why I’m right here on my own

I was raised an honest nigga

A liar as a child

Smoke trees duck degrees, in the summer heat

Faded like the sides of my brand new hair cut

I ain’t got the du so my waves don’t flow right

‘Round the time I met you

I needed summer breeze

When you let me in

I could barely speak

Never saw myself as a deep sea diver

The pressure holds me down till' my words get tied up

I could take the back seat it don’t matter

As long as we’re together then the shit gon' ride out

I could take the back seat it don’t matter, no no

I just need some blue skies baby take me home

You could pick it up that’s why I’m right here on my own

Praises to the most high

I just hit a low

I just need some blue sky

Baby take me home

I be fucking up

And I don’t every right my wrongs

You could pick it up

That’s why I’m right here on my own