sky high

our loved ones die,And are our angels flying.Every rose i buy,Just keep dying.Send a wolf cry, with teeth shining into the blue sky covered in diamonds. I'm not going to lie, I wake up crying. Get real high, until they start drying.I;m that cozy lookin guy, That everybodys eying .My poetery, my pockets, my common sense is shy, for what implying, applying, and every morning i wake up on the grind shinin,shoe laces are tying You wonder why i just keep trying, Its because i got the heart of a polarbear for the cold world im in.so soft and cozy like a lion......u feeeeel mee