100 Feet Up

[Hook]
I see you from the sky
And I wonder how long it will take me to get home (2x)

[Verse One: Uno Hype]
It was the sweetest at times, it got sour
Most didn't allow her, but her flowers got louder
She would end up on that counter, breaking down her heart
Set fire to her spirit with a spark
So light it up, relax and lighten up
It's trees pass, get higher up
Blow strong, that iron lung
The homie got the finest nugs
Approach the green like when tire putt
That one hitter quitter, home your time is up
Just vibe with us
Look into my eyes they know the high is obvious
It's probably just me and some of my niggas
Some broads and couple swisher
When I tote these drags, we mix'em
Like the haze with the deez
Papers or the blunts, but prefer no seeds
A year ago, I was ready for take off
Head against the window I'm too tired to wake up
You too high to stay up
Darling come match me
She love Black & Milds and she smoking to the plastic

[Hook]

[Verse Two: Erick Arc Elliot]
Yeah! I feel good
Good kush, influence by good karma
Whatevers killing me is only making me stronger
Could be a stoner
But my dreams could say I'm wrong
And I hope that God can hear me
Cause I perservered this long
Forever singing sixty sold
Till I'm sixty old
Written units of my records
And there's only fifty sold
Hit these rooms
It's like a roll of hallugens
Hit the weed for speed
We ain't supposed to drive a lane
With low liquor tolerance
But shorty riding and we decided
It was best to be a couple in a couple months
And we I see you, we gonna roll us up a couple blunts
A gram indeed introduce to any dream you want
The refer need my lung
100 feet, a middle finger to my fallen flaws
Some foreign cars and some really foreign buds
Won't pay for magazines cause all the shit just looks the same to me
It's plain to me, unless the front page is two bitches braining me

[Hook]

[Verse Three:XV]
Uh!
Welcome to Oz
Where odds won't help your mom
And jobs are a facade
For dreams, that leave you robbed
And I'd never believed I be in meetings with Todd
And do shows with Cudi and kill stages with Bob
Funny how people change when change come in your squad
Dollars fill my pocket, shorty call me Donnie Wad
Superhero shit took my niggas took Cape Cod
Now we next to the cliff, Falice or Rashad
My Mom was like Don, please don't blow up
I lost all my boys, now please don't grow up
My principle would call, like "he don't show up"
And when he do, he drifts off, and he just goes up!
100 feet high, in the sky he fly
Eyes red, chink eyes
I beg, he high
Now this time line
I'm on my grizzind baby
Smoking weed on a jet, hydroplaning