The Helium Balloon

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 thoug

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?