In the Sky

In The Sky
Ain't a box big enough to hold me while alive When I die make sure
that you put me in the sky Like the wind under neath a baby bird when
he fly I wanna be there when it happens You can
flame broil mine Like the Phoenix when he transcend.
Put me in the sky.
I wanna be that first breath to your sun when he
shine When it gets cold crystalize see me outside.
billowing from the tops of a city skyline
Ain't no doubt about it, I want no bones for y'all to keep.
Relics to a idol telling stories to
the sheep I am the sand to a Buddhist.
The living story of a sage The conversation in the air.
The finger on a bible page As much weed as I done smoked.
I deserve to go the same way The spirit in the air while
the ashes in a tray You know when some people just get it.
I got it without no asking I'm like Mel with
the passion I'm not the body but the actions
Ain't a box big enough to hold me where I'm alive When I die make
sure that you put me in the sky Like the wind under
neath a baby bird when he fly I wanna be there when it happen.
You can flame broil mine Like the Phoenix when he transcend.
Put me in the sky.
I wanna be that first breath to your sun when he
shine When it gets cold crystalize see me outside.
billowing from the tops of a city skyline
Fixated on candles.
Incense always on blast Everything in my future trying to settle up
with my past Everything in my body came and going back to gas
Everything in my judgement finna generate my new path On that road
through the galaxy do you think I'll ever come back If I
was you and you was I you think them magnets could attract?
I'll tell you when I grow back thru the mud and mire
Just make sure that when I die you throw me in that fire
Ain't a box big enough to hold me while alive When I die make sure
that you put me in the sky Like the wind under neath a baby bird when
he fly I wanna be there when it happens You can
flame broil mine Like the Phoenix when he transcend.
Put me in the sky.
I wanna be that first breath to your sun when he
shine When it gets cold crystalize see me outside.
billowing from the tops of a city skyline
I feel holy by some candles and always loved
to play with fire I feel like that attraction



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Lindsey, Jay Bodley
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