
Men's to sky...
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- melodic
- 1990s
- soulful
- jazz rap
- alternative hip hop
- instrumental hip hop
Lyrics
Soul-pitched – Vocal
Men to the sky, I'm flying, but for what?
If I never land with love, then it's all for naught–...
– new-york sample beat –
[Verse 1][ Introspective – Vocal]
Men to the sky, I'm flying,
palms to the clouds like a prayer in freefall.
This weed is driving me crazy, high, nuts,
third eye lazy, then it open up and see all.
Smoke in my lungs, but the weight in my chest heavier,
levitate off the curb, but my feet never clever.
Mama said boy you gifted, why you drift with the devil?
Papa said boy you lifted, why you live in the middle?
I been counting blessings on a ceiling fan spin,
angel on the left, demon on the right, both grin.
Purple haze in my brain, but the pain still clear,
hear my thoughts echo back like Kendrick in the mirror.
Hook – sung / broken
I don't even know what I want anymore,
chain or change? a Grammy or a clean floor?
I don't even know what I need anymore,
but I know what I bleed for.
Verse 2 – Flow accelerates
Look,
I want a house for my cousins out the pit,
I want peace for my niggas with a trigger finger itch.
I want weed for the panic, then I panic off the weed,
I want God in the attic, then I lock Him when I breathe.
Contradiction in a Cadillac, that's American dreamin',
diamonds dancing on my demons, that's a paradox gleaming.
High, nuts, I laugh, then I crash in the cut,
see my younger self asking "bro, you gave up?"
Nah. I just grew up, ego bruised up,
truth chewed up, then I spit it back juiced up.
They want the flex, the sex, the next big check,
I want the text from my sister saying "you slept well yet?"
They want the crown, the clout, the loudest mouth,
I want the quiet when the smoke clear out.
Bridge – broken voice, almost a prayer
But what I hope for, what I cherish,desire...
It's above your ego. It's above the wire.
Above the likes, above the liars, above the fire,
above the high that got me flying, then tired.
Men to the sky, I'm flying, but for what?
If I never land with love, then it's all for naught.
This weed is driving me crazy, high, nuts,
but crazy taught me clarity when the comedown cuts.
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