windy (feat. Matt Marks) [single version]
Smile while wind blow, observations of an optimist
Make sense though, my blood flow B+
It's me and Joe, we blasting off in a rocket ship
Flying so fast just a blip inside your binoculars
We laugh as vapors from hash coat our esophagus
We on a path not a man alive stopping us
Virtual reality rift inside of my Oculus
Never losing my grip in the midst of a million obstacles
Like big ticket screaming anything is possible
Discipline never optional, holding myself responsible
Down to every molecule, atom, and hair follicle
We blazed a trail in hopes maybe some would follow, you
Until then I'm inside my fortress of solitude
My only kryptonite is my desire to demolish fools
Masters on the mic and I done graduated college too
Blessed to be alive, praise the lord like Hallelujah
I've been smoking zaza with the fucking crew
Still same shit, different day never nothing new
Except the fire we producing when we hit the stu
I swear my writtens hitting different when I'm in the booth
We stay sailing like it's windy
Chalice runneth over, My battery never empty
Could've been a homie, instead you filled up with envy
Stay spreading love, I got plenty
Make sense though, my blood flow B+
It's me and Joe, we blasting off in a rocket ship
Flying so fast just a blip inside your binoculars
We laugh as vapors from hash coat our esophagus
We on a path not a man alive stopping us
Virtual reality rift inside of my Oculus
Never losing my grip in the midst of a million obstacles
Like big ticket screaming anything is possible
Discipline never optional, holding myself responsible
Down to every molecule, atom, and hair follicle
We blazed a trail in hopes maybe some would follow, you
Until then I'm inside my fortress of solitude
My only kryptonite is my desire to demolish fools
Masters on the mic and I done graduated college too
Blessed to be alive, praise the lord like Hallelujah
I've been smoking zaza with the fucking crew
Still same shit, different day never nothing new
Except the fire we producing when we hit the stu
I swear my writtens hitting different when I'm in the booth
We stay sailing like it's windy
Chalice runneth over, My battery never empty
Could've been a homie, instead you filled up with envy
Stay spreading love, I got plenty
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Marks
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