So you're the balloon, you've got that helium, and we travel with you through the string. So we're going up there with you even though we're on the ground. We can't fly, I can't sing, I can't make music, but I can get a-- I can buy it. So I can get a balloon. I can't fly, but I can get a helium balloon I used to put my faith in the yarn, and now communication is gone I agree we've gone distant, my new location the charts Naw, mm, can't count the days, but let's just say five Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job So cry for me, wild for me It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that I-M-E your normal C And I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peace But gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see In a world of dopplegangers, niggas ain't worth the copy You capiche? You got me cold Niggas'll fly you up this high, won't let you fly to the moon Goin' up! They love your moves made 'til you make moves Achievin' new feats every few 8 shoes 16, took a nigga dream different Had SOBs lookin' like it's new Supreme in it See that the line's been beastin' The main attraction, I got 'em hangin' their cleats up I've been keepin' it G It's levels to this fellow, hello I resemble the cheat codes Some shit good, some shit fly Some love to see you blow, they don't want see you pop Shit good, some shit nah Some shit recycled like second timers in Tour de France First you picked up, now you pick the part You get too fun 'til your core fans au revoir They like, "You stuck with us, cause you let him fly" Swear this life is like a helium balloon, I'm sorry But I gotta fly Now when a kid gets a helium balloon, he's holding that string and he's keeping this balloon from going anywhere. But he also wants to let it go Gave you a contract, stay true through all that Came through with Ross, writin' bangers for y'all But I ain't lose my content, fuck all that nonsense Diverse with rappin', I'm a writer with passion Tell the purist that laugh I don't reach out for daps Cause "No Hands" triple platinum Better writings for retail, why not see my detail? Gettin' box office spins, only box I fit in Is by thigh on a female So they hatin' me for that, sayin' I just make women songs It's perfect style every, versatile got me right where her walls at Still know what my core needs, so fuck who ignores me For I need niggas, I purchased 3 mirrors and show y'all what's for me So he wants to let it go and he wants to catch it. Eventually he loses it, he doesn't want to lose it Why they give a fuck about the songs I write? As long as my tugs and my fans been nice Movin' forward with my life Crucify me, man of Jesus Christ Man I do 'em no favor Cause 'nough of them are traitor Them a real bite, biter Them are try take your glory and your energy Buffalo soldier Send us a sentimental gangster I mean a sinner, boy me 'fraid of Them are try take your glory and your energy Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever Wanna see me good or never see me better? Fuck 'em, can't say nothin' Cause the same hand heal you might cut you Fuck 'em, you ain't sayin' nothin' Cause the same hand heal you might cut you Whatever, tell 'em it's whatever Wanna see me good or never see me better?