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Jon Bellion

Genres: Hip-Hop

Eyes To The Sky Lyrics - Jon Bellion

Oh, yeah 

Anxiety dances across my pillow case 

My god, it dances 

It's like, 1, 2 step 

It's asking stupid questions 

Like are you living, right, such stupid questions 

'Cause I'm just trying to 

I'm trying live, I'm trying rise, above the shit, the Devil tries 

Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky 

 

Insert something really dope right here 

I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is 

I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy 

Wanna be happy, yeah 

I'm supposed to write a fucking hook right here 

Money and riches blah blah, yeah yeah 

I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy 

Wanna be happy, yeah 

 

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I've been working my ass off 

That's why Christina left me, been working my ass off 

On this project but I guess that it's okay 

My family never liked you, I guess that it's okay 

Now I'm just, I'm just 

I'm trying live, I'm trying rise 

Above the shit the Devil tries 

Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky 

 

Insert something really dope right here 

I'm supposed to write a hook but all I wanna say is 

I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy 

Wanna be happy, yeah 

I'm supposed to write a fucking hook right here 

Money and riches blah blah, yeah yeah 

I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy 

Wanna be happy, yeah 

 

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Listen boo boo, bear with me 

Smarter than your average 

Raised around Brooklyn based Italian 

There's so much soul up in my Johnson, I don't need a rapper on it 

'Cause the urbans in my testes but I come and pop packaging, yikes 

Bunch of freaks talk shit, we call that cactusing 

We don't want no fight, club don't want no Brad Pitt'in 

Braymance like this shit just when I'm ad-libbin' 

Fronting on my Sean Penn, what movie are you actin in? 

Seventh grade I said I'm 'bout to leave the masses then 

My ex-girlfriend's sister said, 'You babbling' 

Even back then cook crack, drug trafficking 

 

I'm trying live, I'm trying rise above the shit the Devil tries 

Which is why I keep my eyes to the sky 

You're gonna be ok kid, you're gonna be ok 

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