Skies

Why everybody running amok this life ain't such a rush You could learn to love yourself if you shut up and hush But the only thing you need is maybe a lil hit a trust I ain't gon be da one to hold your hand for months Roll and grind I guess imma see what I can find Roll tide From the south is where your boy abides Live on a Friday 95 on the highway lookin for somebody who gon help me do it my way Green like the light post YeAh I got high hopes Grindin til I find a way to make my vision my own Don't accept defeat or debt Unless you'd rather be the last one left 4 dead I don't think these people wanna listen to a word I said I think I found a better way to force my own way in Pickin it like a locksmith gassin up my in rocketship flickin the lucky pocket bic Loving what I'm up against up the fence above the land i can feel it In my hands Look up to the skies Visions from my mind I don't really mind All the talk behind Rise above the lies Cloudin up the skies This is what I wanted when I dreamed about a better life Oh no Imma fade Behind the clouds