Up With The Birds

(álbum: TMRW TMRW Pt. 2 - 2014)

Yeah, I'm counting dollars like they blessings, I'm a fucking nut
I think too much
Last week fucked Tonya nigga just because
My soul on fire, get me higher than a double blunt
I'm drinking thinking that its healthier than rolling up
Who the fuck I'm kidding?
Grandma I just wanna thank you
Cuz every time I'm with the family you remind me love do twice as much as hate do
Theirs plenty to be thankful
For I just think I won't be happy 'til I break through
Thought I saw an angel
They hate me for the beast too
I do a Cuban track for fun they booked the flight Cuban presidential suite too
I'm sorry if I'm see through
I'm tired of hiding, tell them niggas over there that don't nobody wanna be you

Sometimes I start wondering what's up there
Show me something
Take me higher
Take me higher
Take me higher
Up with the birds
Up with the birds
Up with the birds

Sleep is the only time I don't dream
Sometimes I wonder why I keep on going under feeling number when I don't dream
My parents think I don't think
I built a castle in my mind, the perfect wife and bought my little girl a pony
My futures fucking real dawg
That boy Luke Chris
That newfound shit
He gives the people something they can finally feel dawg
The Haitians know what's real dawg
They got that rhythm
Every night I hit the pillow, when its quiet I can hear them say

Sometimes I start wondering what's up there
Show me something
Take me higher
Take me higher
Take me higher
Up with the birds
Up with the birds
Up with the birds

Take me higher
Take me higher
Take me higher
Up with the birds
Up with the birds
Up with the birds