Sky - Nico Lindsay, PK, Lyrical Strally

Time’s pushing on, ain’t waiting on nobody

Many rainy days, either get wet or wallys

Soon gotta make my move and time’s sloppy

Up the pace or get left in the cold feeling sorry

Used to get along, now we don’t, I ain’t sorry

Subtract the vibe killers

Only come around when they see the light glitters

Hitch up a round, too inner like a splinter

But feelings towards man come like Guinness

Lost in the sauce and I’m seeing 'nuff spillage

Po when I spray so they came around sniffing

High off the fumes, brain’s left on a glitch ting

Convincing yourself that you eat enough spinach

Weak in the mind, looking for strength, init?

Hate the game cuh you have no strength in it

Moving timid

Intimidated, joke ting, init?

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Lyrical machine, don’t push gear

So when I spray, it’s automatic

Dem man still need an MC manual

Bare rookies, fam, that’s tragic

LS, can’t take me for Samuel

It’s the lyrical piece, no mantle

It’s the lyrical steel, no Banglez

The lyrical something that man can’t handle

I’m strong like an OXO Cube

You’re a gravy granule

Bars stick like Gretel and Hansel

Talk 'bout flows, I’ve got ample

Dem man are snitch, my man Randall

Giving it all that ramble jamble

You don’t want your career to get cancelled

Tell man pack it in, you’re a shambles

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Oi, what, you think you’re the realest of dudes

Just cause you shot some food?

Dem man are shook, they’re moving like Scooby Doo cartoons

Who would’ve thought that dem man are Puss in Boots?

I would, fam, I can smell that poo

How can your girl be brave when I knew

That cheeky girl, she sends me nudes

She got the fat back, that’s why I like them boobs

She got the tattoo on her ankle

Know what you’re thinking, PK’s rude

The Mexican lad, the Mexican dude

I’ll wrap man’s señorita smooth, oi, what can I do?

Quick ting, my ting, man have gotta move

If you’ve got a problem, know where to find man

Frontline, chef up your belly like stew

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Wan' flex wicked but not around I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

Me nuh like dem, dem nuh like I

See a soundboy get dashed in the sky