[Chorus]
And my head in the stars, and my feet on the ground
And my soul on the clouds, tryna make all of you proud
[Verse 1]
So we shaking the shackles, keep a pistol on ankle
My PO is calling momma, she tryna dismantle
And I ain't crying but the pressure is serving examples
An 0 for 7 biting Rejjie, I'm sober and thankful
And all you niggas rapping to fight my habits
But that boy is a star, yeah but that boy was a savage
And as of late you've been the reason that I'm dreaming
Listing out achievements and the pen is really bleeding
And even when the apples falling sombre by the lake
And all the leaves are blowing reasons while you're struggling with hate
Looking in the mirror but reflection's losing weight
I hate your fucking guts, I hope you blow your fucking brains
Flirting with this liquor and they tryna grab the picture
But I'm nervous, shoot the surface, scoop the absence of my system
Never been a nigga, strange fruit by the tree
Strange brother moving gorgeous, rub the crackles on her knee
And I'll put it on a song and Mr Alfie will you sing?
Will you carry me adrift and guide my people with the wings?
Waking up sweaty, cold sweats and my paralysis
Is damaging my nerves, I hope I make the plane to Canada
But in my dreams and all these cities that I see
I see the devil playing checkers while he's checking up on me
And my head in the stars, and my feet on the ground
And my soul on the clouds, tryna make all of you proud
[Verse 1]
So we shaking the shackles, keep a pistol on ankle
My PO is calling momma, she tryna dismantle
And I ain't crying but the pressure is serving examples
An 0 for 7 biting Rejjie, I'm sober and thankful
And all you niggas rapping to fight my habits
But that boy is a star, yeah but that boy was a savage
And as of late you've been the reason that I'm dreaming
Listing out achievements and the pen is really bleeding
And even when the apples falling sombre by the lake
And all the leaves are blowing reasons while you're struggling with hate
Looking in the mirror but reflection's losing weight
I hate your fucking guts, I hope you blow your fucking brains
Flirting with this liquor and they tryna grab the picture
But I'm nervous, shoot the surface, scoop the absence of my system
Never been a nigga, strange fruit by the tree
Strange brother moving gorgeous, rub the crackles on her knee
And I'll put it on a song and Mr Alfie will you sing?
Will you carry me adrift and guide my people with the wings?
Waking up sweaty, cold sweats and my paralysis
Is damaging my nerves, I hope I make the plane to Canada
But in my dreams and all these cities that I see
I see the devil playing checkers while he's checking up on me
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