[ Featuring Jonah Yano ]
Praises to the most high
I just hit a low (I just hit a low)
I just need some blue sky
Baby, take me home (baby, take me home)
I left some truth inside ya
I left some truth inside ya
Huh, uh-uh, huh
What is the make in a man?
Niggas be iffy I don't understand
Black man, black skin platform
Elevator right to my demise
Coffin be looking to match my skin tone
Shift a couple hues on the pantone
Posthumous with a couple wack songs
As long as my niggas get paid, ayy
Look at the sky, look at the stars
Look at myself like at myself I'm ready for war
Look at the sky, look at the stars
Look at myself like at myself I'm ready for more
Blood in my eyes I came from pain (we ain't the same)
Everyday I wake up in haze
Look down at myself when I'm searching for praise
Baby can you hold me down?
Praises to the most high
I just hit a low
I just need some blue sky
Baby take me home
I be f*cking up and I don't ever right my wrongs
You could pick it up, that's why I'm right here on my own
Praises to the most high
I just hit a low
I just need some blue sky
Baby take me home
I be f*cking up and I don't ever right my wrongs
You could pick it up, that's why I'm right here on my own
I was raised a honest nigga
A liar as a child
Smoke trees, duck degrees, in the summer heat
Faded like the sides of my brand new hair cut
I ain't got the du so my waves don't flow right
'Round the time I met you, I needed summer breeze
When you let me in, I could barely speak
Never saw myself as a deep sea diver
The pressure holds me down 'til my words get tied up
I could take the back seat, it don't matter
As long as we're together then the shit gon' ride out
I could take the back seat, it don't matter
No, no
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
As long as we're together then, together then, together then
The shit gon' ride out, ride out, ride out
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
No, no
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
I just need some blue skies, baby, take me home
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
You could pick it up, that's why I'm right here on my own
Praises to the most high
I just hit a low
I just need some blue sky
Baby take me home
I be f*cking up and I don't ever right my wrongs
You could pick it up, that's why I'm right here on my own
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
It don't matter, matter, matter
It don't matter, matter, matter
I could take the back seat, back seat, back seat
It don't matter, matter, matter
