Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Helium Balloon, artist - Wale. Album song The Album About Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
The 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? |