Flosstradamus - Look At The Sky lyrics

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Flosstradamus - Look At The Sky lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Deniro Farrar Peaceful music, n***a Know that Every morning I wake up I look to the skies above and thank God for another day Every night before I go to sleep I look up to the stars and I pray It don't matter if you a scared n***a A real n***a or the mother of a dead n***a You still look to the sky when you pray Know that [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] Birds chirpin', druggers lurkin', tryin' to find they crack rock I'm in the kitchen helping my little niece pack up her lunch box Still do or die 'round these parts so my gun co*ked Never know who might approach while standin' at her bus stop Kiss her on the forehead, tell her make her uncle proud Right after I hurt a n***a I fire up my blunt of loud Now it's time I hit the block, take my chances sellin' rock I'm already fire hot, just had a run-in with the cops, yo (They look at the sky) Staring off into the sky, smoking kush until I'm high Watching my life pa** me by, I'm still tryna' figure why My mama serving fast food, she work until her body tired Do it all tomorrow, got too much pride to borrow I'm selling d** to my fam with no remorse or sorrow Just tryin' to buy some time cause we ain't promised tomorrow My cousin's car got repoed cause he ain't pay his condo I'm knee-deep in the dope game getting money in my cargoes [Verse 2] Reminiscent 'bout them days Holding hands with my mama walking on that playground Now I'm caught up in that drama Just a statistic, upliftin' n***as spirits I was born with the gift to paint these pictures with my lyrics I've been diagnosed the sickest With none of y'all permission I used to get beat with switches Now we beat n***as pretendin' I'm gone off that gremlin and arms reaching my semi Paranoid, schizophrenic Pray to Lord ya'll forgive me [Verse 3] sh**, I'm just a lost bird flying on the wrong path My n***a with them chickens make them jump back a whole half Feedin' pigeons with my niece I'm tryin' to help her with her math, birds of a feather flock together I'm so f**ing glad I turned out the way I did, without the help of my dad Now I'm all alone, blowing strong in my bachelor's pad Penthouse on the top floor, I can't see sh** but these birds They told me that I could fly, now my body on the curb Word [Outro x2] Every night I hit my knees I just pray that god turns me into a bird I fly away (x2) Know that

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