Sky Smooth
Okay this it It seems to me that I need a break from you, from myself It don't matter no more now who's to tell Everybody may think I'm wrong But I'm the one who'll be laughing 'till the break-o-dawn Gotta plan, his name is Stan Believe it or not he dealt me a real good hand Well you know I don't mind where this plane may take me 'Cause I ain't got no worries, I'm ready Gotta run, gotta get away Come back on another day Tomorrow ain't so far away I'll be smooth like butter baby Hey man! Here I am Away from the city And its urban sounds Snap shot! Feet in the sand Can't stop laughing even when the sun's gone down Some say this way I guess I'll make my mind up on another day So Stan, what's the plan? Have you come around To deal me another hand? Well ou know I don't mind the walking And I certainly don't mind the running
