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