Lyrics:

Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies


Shades triple dark enough that they'd eclipse on the sun
Got so many styles, find it hard for me to stick to one
Competition murder them with one flick of this wicked tongues
Once you hear that rapid fire, now you know that this shit's begun

In a strange land band with a mane land tan
Don't be acting like you never did see me
Imma take that stand and debate that fan
Telling me however living is easy
What the fuck you thinking? I'm from the handle pain
Where you may come for peace and leave the beach as half a man
But it ain't just Florida, see it popping out and at the land
Some kind of New World order
I've been looking for a God to damn
I've worked for years at this
Made a million appearances, got clearances
All just to hear that girl they say 'That's my fucking jam'
And here I am the freaking son of Sam
Spit razorblades that's made of haze and tape to rubber bands
Now where the fuck I am I'm yet to discover and
If I'm coming down tonight
I'll just drop me another gram
They broke me down so I adopted me a rougher plan
Get rid of all those who been tripping our toes
In a minute fold up them hands
Live vibes, light it up, amongst a sea of lies
Wake on the other side flying though them neon skies

This is that super ultrasonic phenomenon
Pitcher full of Jack picture that with the beat on
Snake and bat on the map challenge that begone
Fuck with us high enough to skydive beyond
She says she digs the neon neon lights
Like, she says she digs the neon neon lights
Like, she says she digs the neon neon lights
She want to know what we on, black shades neon skies

Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies

Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies

Gimme that Jack and a cigarette full of something else
I'm strange music mush in pits and bouncers blocking exits
Before we signed the deal
We flew to Kansas city section
Where tech and trav confessed the fact
Our rosters looking reckless
To which I did agree and ordered us a fifth for three
Bartender Morse code, tatted that looks sick to me
I used to battle rap some years ago
And as a matter of fact I'm glad that had critics
Unsuspecting what this kid could be
And here I am the fucking sick MC
Brit kid to the prick it seems
And something slick, this chick agrees
I'm in Miami where we all breathe at a different speed
I've heard of last call
But it never did exist to me
Pour another shot, eyes dilated
I batter beef in bars and leave them feeling violated
I asked her how she's feeling, now are we alive?
Are skeptics even finding life inside neon skies

This is that super ultrasonic phenomenon
Pitcher full of Jack picture that with the beat on
Snake and bat on the map challenge that begone
Fuck with us high enough to skydive beyond
She says she digs the neon neon lights
Like, she says she digs the neon neon lights
Like, she says she digs the neon neon lights
She want to know what we on, black shades neon skies

Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies

Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies
Black shades neon skies