Florida Blues

Sun is shining, skies are blue

I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida

Sun is shining, feels so cruel

I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud

Meet me at the Western Union

Don't give me excuses, bruises

And a burner phone

Cruising, driving down the wrong dream

Billboard Jesus and a gun, I don't belong

Tell Hollywood you won

Oh baby, I know, I know we won't make it

I know, I know, but we're beautiful, beautiful

Like the broken stars

Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it

You know, you know, we're beautiful, beautiful

Tell me I ain't wrong

(Help me Lord, help me Lord!)

Sun is shining, skies are blue

I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida

Sun is shining, feels so cruel

I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud

Got the Florida blues (How many, how many)

Got the Florida blues (How many, how many)

I got Florida blues, blues (How many, how many)

I got

Young thing, sipping on White Lightning

Slipping on some tight thing, gold wings

I'm a fucking star

Sleeping on the same floor, suitcase at the bus stop

Locked out in the rain again, can't sue the state

But darling I want more

Oh baby, I know, I know we gon' make it

You know, you know, we're beautiful, beautiful

Tell me I ain't wrong

One way ticket in my empty pocket, in the pure high

Pure high, leave it all behind

Sun is shining, skies are blue

I got a better view, crawling the avenue down in Florida

Sun is shining, feel so cruel

I'm never coming down, chasing another cloud

(Help me Lord, help me Lord!)

Got the Florida blues (How many, how many, many)

Got the Florida blues (How many, how many, many)

I got Florida blues, blues (How many, how many, many)

I got

Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up

Put it in my mouth

Put it in my mouth, baby, baby

Crush it, cut it, cook it, hook it up

Put it in my mouth

Put it in my mouth, baby, baby