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Texty: Bliss N Eso. Flying Colours. Climb These Cliffs.


(chorus)
I don't know why the sky is blue,
I don't know why I write these tunes,
But with a vibe like this
I'ma climb these cliffs
So I'll be there for you

(Eso)
Well how you doin bro?
(Bliss)
Sup man, chillin I'm cool,
It's hot as hell I'm thinkin bout takin a dip in the pool
(Eso)
Fuckin oath, I'm bout to the beach and roll me a fatty and grab a case of that cold shit, you know where to catch me

(Bliss)
Welcome to the jungle by the beach
where the sea sounds gorgeous,
three night owls been cooking in their treehouse fortress
with them fresh herbs,
bet the whole pound got blazed,
to escape that 9 to 5 perpetual Groundhog Day,
we just glide of the runway,
charge tracks like Farlaps,
smellin of the steak
when I step out on the tarmac,
convertable cruisers
in a tropical summer,
we don't have all the answers,
but we got one another
and these war myrtars
have broken up my colder days
on a piece of driftwood
soaking up these solar rays, my god,
this works to rebirth that old feeling
my own theraputic version of the soul healing,
my crib's cool,
I chill and rhyme in my igloo
my music mediterranian
come dive in this big blue bohemian balcony, Bliss been bent with absinth
I stroll through my life like a Jim Hensen labrinth,
walk with me.

(chorus)

(Eso)
Ayo i'm fresh out of the woodworks
carving a masterpiece
painting a paradise of audio archery
the paper plane architect
stoned on a houseboat,
reporting live from my home in the south bro,
turn up your televisions
walk with me talk with me
behold the elements
palm trees and pelicans
so climb cliffs when they place those bricks
get up, hold your head up
and don't take no shit coz today
I aint got a worry in the world
I'm that local scrub
rollin shotty with my girl
middle finger in the air
like "throw a dog a bone"
coz Macca aint an actor
I'm a poet on a phone
I'm a christmas fuckin carol,
I'm a lonely night on the beach,
I'm a simple -
I'm a complex brother with
motherfucking ADD

(hook)
I don't know why I roll like this
I don't know why my soul exists
And I don't know if I've told you this
But you can bet your bottom dollar brother I'll be there for you
(repeat)

(chorus)

(Thanks to Zac for these lyrics)