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