[Chorus] And my head in the stars, and my feet on the ground And my soul on the clouds, tryna make all of you proud
[Verse 1] So he's shaking the shackles, keep a pistol on ankle My PO is calling momma, she tryna dismantle And I ain't crying but the pressure is serving examples (?) biting Rejjie, I'm sober and thankful And all you niggas rapping to fight my habits But that boy is a star, yeah but that boy was a savage And as of late you've been the reason that I'm dreaming Listing out achievements and the pen is really bleeding And even when the apples falling sombre by the lake And all the leaves are blowing geezers while you're struggling with hate Looking in the mirror but reflection's losing weight I hate your fucking guts, I hope you blow your fucking brains Flirting with this liquor and they tryna grab the picture But I'm nervous, shoot the surface, skip the absence of my system Never been a nigga, strange fruit by the tree Strange brother moving gorgeous, rub the crackles on her knee And I'll put it on a song and Mr Alfie will you sing? Will you carry me adrift and guide my people with the wings? Waking up sweaty, cold sweats and my paralysis Is damaging my nerves, I hope I make the plane to Canada But in my dreams and all these cities that I see I see the devil playing checkers while he's checking up on me
[Chorus] Head in the stars, and my feet on the ground And my soul on the clouds, tryna make all of you proud And my head in the stars, feet on the ground Tryna make all of you proud
[Verse 2] So who's to blame When I was ten That I would never see again I had the scariest of visions That I never got to vent Never called the doctor But instead I chose the pen I used to scribble down the stories Used to never want to dance up With my conscience but my sober soul sane A boy without a place to keep the scariest of dreams For real, yea