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Black Sky ft. SLBandit

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**[Intro – slurred, half-whispered]** Yeah… Pop a bean, stop the black sky… Reaper knockin’, I ain’t die… Skrrt… ayy… **[Hook – melodic mumble]** Pop a bean just to stop the black sky (yah) Reaper at the door, told that boy bye-bye (brr) Xanny rain, Percy pour, feel like I fly (what) Whole sky turn violet when I close my eyes (slatt) Pop a bean just to stop the black sky (bean) Death keep callin’, put that call on decline (brrt) Molly water drippin’, turn the night to high tide (drip) I can’t see the reaper when I’m too damn high (nah) **[Verse – low, dragged delivery male 1] Wrist froze, hell cold, still I’m hot though (ice) Grim outside my window do the tip-toe (creep) I just took a half a bar, now the time slow (lean) Scythe reflection in the cup when the light glow (gleaux) Black clouds, black fits, black coupe (skrrt) Ghost glidin’ through the whip, no roof (ghost) He want my soul, told him “get in line, fool” (wait) I been dodgin’ death since public school (facts) Double cup styrofoam, that’s my armor (mud) Codeine tears fallin’ like it’s karma (cry) Whole gang pop beans, we don’t do karma (no) Reaper mad as hell, we keep ignorin’ (haha) **[Hook – again, more distorted]** Pop a bean just to stop the black sky (ayy) Reaper at the door, told that boy bye-bye (brr) Xanny rain, Percy pour, feel like I fly (leanin’) Whole sky turn violet when I close my eyes (violet) Pop a bean just to stop the black sky (bean) Death keep callin’, put that call on decline (no pick up) Molly water drippin’, turn the night to high tide (splash) I can’t see the reaper when I’m too damn high (where he at?) [final verse male 2] I’m poppin a bean, like fuck do you mean (Yee) I roll up some green, Muh fucka take flight I’m spreading my wings (Caw!) Perks got me feelin on a whole otha’ vibe (vibe) Pop me a couple then I’m meltin’ like slime, (yuh) Poor me a double muh fucka it’s time, At the top of the mountain muh fucka I climbed (aye) I climb all the way to the top uh the bitch, Death keep callin I don’t wanna exist, (yee) I fuck on ya princess I feel like a prince, The pussy get wet like it’s rinsed, (wet) You get hit with the switch you turn into mince, Get hit with a stray and you wince, I fuck with dope dealers and pimps, (dope!) You think that you fuckin wit this? Muh fucka you really ain’t fuckin wit dis (Woo!) [gunshot] [gong] [guitar solo] **[Outro – ad-libs fading]** Black sky… black sky… Pop one, pop two, watch the reaper cry… Slatt… slatt… Bean… bean… Yeah…