| Ayo take a bow, kiss the sky
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| Lifting money, lit as a kite
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| I’m living my life and never missing a flight
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| Man I’m tryna stay down to earth but them boys too high
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| They too high
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| Too high, look man they too high
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| They too high, they too high
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| Yea I’m tryna stay down to earth but them boys too high
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| Yea uh, hey kid walk straight, maps to my heart, state of livin'
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| Sober down my brain, get to trippin'
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| On a plane, no luggage at all
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| 4−20 flights, after that I’m out for the night
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| I light it hit with no pass, nuts got a nigga crash
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| Black and blue motherfucker, blues brother go fast
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| 7 grams, no bad kush, promo swag
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| Fine told me for the back grew up blowing the stash
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| As for the blendo, endo, pretendo
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| Sho nuff Leroy Green watched the pen glow
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| Last dragon, my suicide info
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| Smoking but I shut the window
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| Man get talkin to yo brain, get swollen and takin flight
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| I got no weed left but you could bet I’m alright
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| All night up in the dressin to this level of life
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| Close my eyes when I’m tryna find what heaven is like
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| I keep my own vision of the sky limit livin' mended
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| I ain’t gotta smoke trees to speak bluntly
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| Swisha sweet in front me
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| Wanted when them old spirits haunt me
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| I don’t even seen the lyrics, I just hum it
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| Country in my stomach when no butterflies layin' low
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| City stay with me but I’d rather let my mans go
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| Lost tranquility, I sit and lit a candle
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| My feet stay planted so you shouldn’t have to ask what I stand for
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| (Hook)
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| Ayo take a bow, kiss the sky
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| Lifting money, lit as a kite
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| I’m living my life and never missing a flight
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| Man I’m tryna stay down to earth but them boys too high
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| They too high
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| They too high, man they too high
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| They too high, they too high
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| Yea I’m tryna stay down to earth but them boys too high
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| Elevated 365 with the skyline bright
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| Most of yall just only fly by night
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| Those longevity know to bring me heat to yo box, rock steadily
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| All across the globe, rip shows, compose melodies
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| And say the flow’s heavenly
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| No point if they say they hot
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| It’s the perception I give you with the scots
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| And if the move is illucrative then you coulda slide
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| See I gotta this loot to survive
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| I stay true to the rhyme as a reflection of self
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| The music and the essence of my presence is felt
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| Like rough turbulence, aliens known as definite mass like turned services so
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| Peak the servant in the word I give
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| I know I’m wrong, how I live before the victims seeing
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| Look for ways to leave the hood as they boxin me in
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| Nowadays many gone names blow in the wind
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| And build me up just to feel them a teach of the wind
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| Place some people in the system to control with the spin'
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| Bust some cats like me to have to hustle for ends
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| I can count too many times I was stuck in the airplace
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| I never should’ve made it alive
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| Now I think of how the good dying cowards survive
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| Lost some homies so it’s tears in my eyes
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| Can you hear from the sky? |
| Peace God, please send a reply
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| For the vibe and now I’m feeling a rise
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| (Hook)
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| Ayo take a bow, kiss the sky
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| Lifting money, lit as a kite
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| I’m living my life and never missing a flight
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| Man I’m tryna stay down to earth but them boys too high
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| They too high
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| They too high
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| Too high |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down to Earth , by - Blu. Song from the album York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп