Smooth Lyrics

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