Le3 bLACK - Lucy In The Sky lyrics

[Intro] I love a stage Even if there's only a few of us playing ball If there's any crowd I'm performing Shy in a lot of situations but When I feel there's a stage It's on [Verse 1] Sometimes I'm scared of dropping Lucy Afraid of what the truth be Fear for what she'll reveal When she see right through me Like I'm a polo concealing Rachel Green nipples feeling Like I ain't really Ralph Swaying from side to side tripping How Sway?! How Sway?! Did I go from the dealings With Mary Jane and Captain Morgan to a sugar cube peeling Back my tongue and French kissing With Lucy looking inward Asking why do I get so shy? More timid by the minute She was Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds Hidden by initials And she tell me don't do the same Open up Liam Tyndall the Monk Initially you're sickened by the vicinity Relax into it Baby I'll give you the key [Hook] Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky I wanna fly With Lucy With Lucy With Lucy [Interlude 1] But at the same time I like to be on my own sh** No outside pressure Only living up to my own standards Enjoying my highs and my lows [Verse 2] Sometimes I'm scared of dropping shrooms Fearful of the truths That they will reveal The Dark Side of Moon-lighting as a rock star When your ego's on par With a East Ender getting P-45s from the dockyard Until you get on stage Cue the montage Suddenly it's Summery with Lucy up and Sunny D dripping From above The supple yet subtle teet Of the Diamonds in the Sky So big they need a double D The summary is the show Performances where you blow Cyphers on corners you know Without a doubt you the most Valuable player ay yo That's where I feel to go And if the trip is like this I'll take my meal to go [Hook] Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky Why I wanna fly With Lucy in the sky I wanna fly With Lucy With Lucy With Lucy [Interlude 2] And I guess that's my relationship with Sometimes I like going through the crowds Sometimes I want nothing Nothing but me and the air Walking round Not worrying about anything And I guess That's the Monk in