Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Satellites , by - Tassho PearceRelease date: 21.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Satellites |
| KC: Tassho Pearce and Kid Cudi |
| Dream on good |
| TP: Flip the bird, Air Yeezys on my feet |
| Check, No I.D. |
| on the beat, check |
| KC: That that that that good good |
| Hello, aloha it’s Cudi and brother Sho |
| No I.D. |
| on the beat so tell everybody you know |
| Still grateful for every bill I fold |
| May our haters live long so we can kill them slow |
| Father forgive my foes, have mercy on them hoes |
| They know not what they do the music make them lose control |
| They say tomorrow isn’t promised, and may never come |
| But when she does, Niagra Falls forever sprung |
| These are the moments you could wait your whole life for |
| Standin' next to Bob Barker trying to pick the right door |
| More Henny, more Swishers, more kush, uh |
| The more I drink the more better she look |
| Sell a sweater in a desert, sell a diabetic dessert |
| I’m higher than a piece of snow flyin' in a blizzard |
| So high up in the air I’m hittin' satellites |
| Movin' at the speed of light, ain’t hard to see we live this life |
| Right now I’m so high |
| I could almost touch the sky |
| I could almost touch the sky |
| I could almost touch the sky |
| Right now I’m higher than I ever been |
| Higher than I ever been |
| Higher than you ever been |
| Higher |
| I’m I’m I’m right back in it |
| Took a few to cook up, I’m surfin' in it |
| My demeanor they observe, love to mimic |
| Once a skinny nigga rippin' I ain’t skippin' a word |
| Put some minutes in my phone so my momma can get me |
| She had held a nigga down, now I keep her together |
| Was Celine’n on the reg now she lives with the Chanel |
| I just want her to forget the past that we call hell |
| I can’t say it enough, supply for my fam |
| At the end of the day, they make me all what I am |
| My fans they keep me level, it’s way beyond the weed |
| We connect I know we special, We connect I know we cool |
| I know we fly them native motherfuckers love the tribe |
| Whatever I know we flavor, motivated gettin' this paper |
| Straight shining, motivated getting this paper |
| Straight shining, we winin' and dinin' |
| I witnessed the inner makings of a classic |
| Now every time I do it I’m comparing it to that shit |
| And haters hate it, that I made it with a passion |
| Feelin' like a mother fucker made it into NASA |
| Uh huh, I’m back up on my starship |
| Takin' it way too far, I’m always on that Mars shit |
| But still grateful for every bill that I fold |
| May our haters live long so we can kill them slow |