Fr3do - Head In The Sky

Fresh out the clink
Forty three weeks
Nothing to show cuz I'm dead broke
Had the trap boomin' like metro
Eyes on the prize nigga there it go
Out of arms reach I can't grab it
I don't want it just need it to have it
Molly and ecstasy that's a habit
Hellish ways when we play on the Sabbath
Run it up nigga Sunday to Saturday
Got a son on the way I'm a daddy
In the studio high like an attic
Lord save me cuz I'm just an addict
Bottle service bitch looking like plastic
In a two tone patek or a wagon
Keep it G when I'm moving in traffic
Living rich to die broke in a casket
Living to die
Police be crooked
Ball with the fish I'm Mike Trout as a rookie
School of hard knocks never caught playing hookie
Just watch out for all of these niggas they juggin' they pussy
They waiting just to come and get ya
Feel like Picasso with the bigger picture
Taking kodaks they love my tunnel vision
My Head in The Sky just like a couple pigeons
Living to die
Police be crooked
Ball with the fish I'm Mike Trout as a rookie
School of hard knocks never caught playing hookie
Just watch out for all of these niggas they juggin' they pussy
They waiting just to come and get ya
Feel like Picasso with the bigger picture
Taking kodaks they love my tunnel vision
My Head in The Sky just like a couple pigeons
My head in the sky cuz my feelings I bottle it
Dreaming to make it out this metropolitan
Where life a beach and mimosas are bottomless
Don't need the fame but the world to acknowledge me
Hell on earth I can tell look at how hot it is
This cuz my grandma don't know my name honestly
Selfishly putting Maureen through a lot of shit
Eighty three on her knees crying for Roderick
Taking these drugs just because I'm
In love with the buzz got me bug eyed
Surrounded by white that's a doves eye
Put my head in the sky when the doves cry
Them birds they gone sing a sweet lullaby
I'd rather get caught in a storms eye
Crooked officer reason my dog died
Why I'd rather go kill than be hog tied
Living to die
Police be crooked
Ball with the fish I'm Mike Trout as a rookie
School of hard knocks never caught playing hookie
Just watch out for all of these niggas they juggin' they pussy
They waiting just to come and get ya
Feel like Picasso with the bigger picture
Taking kodaks they love my tunnel vision
My Head in The Sky just like a couple pigeons
Living to die
Police be crooked
Ball with the fish I'm Mike Trout as a rookie
School of hard knocks never caught playing hookie
Just watch out for all of these niggas they juggin' they pussy
They waiting just to come and get ya
Feel like Picasso with the bigger picture
Taking kodaks they love my tunnel vision
My Head in The Sky just like a couple pigeons

Written by:
Alfred Lasker

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