Satellites

[Intro: Kid Cudi] KC: Tassho Pearce and Kid Cudi Dream on good TP: Flip the bird, Air Yeezys on my feet Check, No I.D. on the beat, check KC: That that that that good good [Verse 1: Tassho Pearce] Hello, aloha it's Cudi and brother Sho No I.D. on the beat so tell everybody you know Still grateful for every bill I fold May our haters live long so we can kill them slow Father forgive my foes, have mercy on them hoes They know not what they do the music make them lose control They say tomorrow isn't promised, and may never come But when she does, Niagra Falls forever sprung These are the moments you could wait your whole life for Standin' next to Bob Barker trying to pick the right door More Henny, more Swishers, more kush, uh The more I drink the more better she look Sell a sweater in a desert, sell a diabetic dessert I'm higher than a piece of snow flyin' in a blizzard So high up in the air I'm hittin' satellites Movin' at the speed of light, ain't hard to see we live this life [Hook: Tassho Pearce] Right now I'm so high I could almost touch the sky I could almost touch the sky I could almost touch the sky Right now I'm higher than I ever been Higher than I ever been Higher than you ever been Higher [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] I'm I'm I'm right back in it Took a few to cook up, I'm surfin' in it My demeanor they observe, love to mimic Once a skinny nigga rippin' I ain't skippin' a word Put some minutes in my phone so my momma can get me She had held a nigga down, now I keep her together Was Celine'n on the reg now she lives with the Chanel I just want her to forget the past that we call hell I can't say it enough, supply for my fam At the end of the day, they make me all what I am My fans they keep me level, it's way beyond the weed We connect I know we special, We connect I know we cool I know we fly them native motherfuckers love the tribe Whatever I know we flavor, motivated gettin' this paper Straight shining, motivated getting this paper Straight shining, we winin' and dinin' [Hook] [Bridge: Tassho Pearce] I witnessed the inner makings of a classic Now every time I do it I'm comparing it to that shit And haters hate it, that I made it with a passion Feelin' like a mother fucker made it into NASA Uh huh, I'm back up on my starship Takin' it way too far, I'm always on that Mars shit But still grateful for every bill that I fold May our haters live long so we can kill them slow [Hook x2]