Nappy Roots – Kiss The Sky [Lyric Video]

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Full Lyrics Below:

Kiss The Sky:
B Stille:
I done fell in the shindig
Jumped up spilled beer on my pants leg/ from Kentucky and they swear that we inbred/ but I’m nappy till I die screaming Nreg
Bitch I’m fly like an insect
Watch got stones you can inspect
Bad red bone and she slim thick and
All we so is fuck we don’t really have no friendship

Fish Scales:
20 east to 114
Cops is out and it’s scorching
Shits deep and I’m snorkeling
I’m paranoid like a door ring
Standing out like New Orleans.
20 west like I’m touring
Unc nearest and I’m poring
AfricAmerican I’m soaring

Skinny Deville:
African kisses and Irish goodbyes
Smile in your face but i can’t tell a lie
Why ask Why, I get so high
Redman and Meth used to by my alibi
Used to bum a ride then came uber
Ky raised lil cuz was a Hoosier
Won most the time, but i never was a loser
Doobie doja, man like super
Lex Luther, no blooper
Nicca from the ville sugar dad with a cougar
On the prowl
Six Mile
Cranberry guts,
but the skin crocodile
Line drive but so foul
Kush in the crowd, but we get so loud
Head in the clouds how i float down
Grin on my grill but you swear it was a frown

Fish Scales:
Bitburger in the cup
6 figures and I’m up
Switch witcha wassup
We country rich wut the fuck
Dats atl coming out me
Crazy house come and got me
In Milledgeville where they drop me
Where I Beat the odds like I’m rocky

Skinny Deville:
Its a hop skip and a jump
Right around the corner from got me fk’d up
Accidents happen lets call it dumb luck
If it wasn’t for the bad then we wouldn’t have much
Next day air but its really no rush
I’m just chillin in the cut like a band aid
Understand i don’t give a damn
If i do it for the gram then its really for the fan page
Hook:
Life’s too short but its all a survival
Life’s too short kiss the sky with a high note…

Ron Clutch:
Here he comes, life of the party
Roots so nappy, can pass for a Marley
Pass a drug screen? Not hardly
So gone an pass me some of that parsley
And a tall glass of that barley
Double OG but bartender still card me
Then I sign they chest with a sharpie
Jumper still wet, nah they can’t guard me

B Stille:
Hopped off a charter tipsy off the lager/ gossip Spillin more tea than the Boston harbor/ playin cops and robbers in her pop’s impala/ (hot)boxin in his car on the way to Dasha Barbours Bistro
where’d the keys go Lost my marbles/ forgot my lion’s mane and ashwaganda/ way too much ganja lit like kwanza/ keepin it nappy with my K.I.N. that’s the mantra

Ron Clutch:
Hell, she ain’t no angel ask Charlie
Bet ya bottom her daddy rides a Harley
Ya boy Afrocentric like Marcus Garvey
But she can make a Rastafari date’em a Barbie
Jungle fever, we on safari
All camo”d out they can’t see me hardly
Fuck civilian life nappy’s an army
Jump out a hummer into a Ferrari

Hook:
Life’s too short but its all a survival
Life’s too short kiss the sky with a high note…

Nappy Roots is a legendary Southern hip hop group, renowned for hit songs like “Po’ Folks” and “Awnaw,” and their iconic album *Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz*. As pioneers of Southern rap, they blend hip hop, funk, soul, and country, making them one of the genre’s most authentic voices. Their music, rich in Southern culture and relatable storytelling, continues to resonate with fans globally. Beyond music, Nappy Roots has expanded their brand with ATLANTUCKY Brewing in Atlanta, a popular spot for craft beer and Southern hospitality. Dive into their journey, music, and ATLANTUCKY experience.

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