Super8

Head in the clouds
Money on my mind
Makin dollar ain't a crime
Unless youre making one off mine

Head in the stars
Money is my target
Gettin dollar get it started
Greenery in my apartment

Sky black ain't no stars
Streets empty ain't no cars
Tank close to empty
Just green with envy
Heart so heavy am i dead already
Rocketman feeling home sick
Ain't touchdown felt the ground since
92 maybe 96 on the moon left my finger prints

Got these glitches inside my soul
I Can feel it deep in my bones
My DNA my matrix code
Scripted inside of these nodes
In every con in ever pro
In every day I am alone
With no one just on my own

One man's trash is another man's treasure
I'm shuck and jiving dumpster diving to keep it together
And Soul searching wishing and hoping
Need mechanisms for coping
Need Something to fix the broken
Pandora's box is wide open

No blueprint to this life shit
Up all night on this night shift
Live fast you could die quick
Ain't got time for side chick
I Roll solo no side kicks
Only ride or dies in my clique
No Trades fuck a draft picks
Mistress on my mattress
No baby steps
I can hear the angel of death
I can Feel her breath on my neck
Boy We playing Russian roulette
With no safety
Ain't no savior to save me
I been M.I.A lately
Vision hazy
Inches from Pushing daisies