Floating Video (MV)

Way up in the sky, I think I'm floating
Look up at the clouds, they start to rotate
Thinking all the pain is really okay
But it's not, it's just my heart that's ripping

Ripping open, tipping over
I'm the shit, you in-explosive
Listening, your dick is soaking
Lie again, you wish you wrote this
Hop onstage, the crowd is jumping
Music shit is how I'm coping
Where's my Grammy, shit is thumping
I ain't kidding, bitch you hopeless
Visualize it, man the kid's conniving
Take control of the whip when he isn't driving
It's a bit of a stick up, the Winston kind but
That just don't explain how he is with rhyming
Like an acquired skill but I'm higher still cause I'm vibing here but
Since middle school
Tryna explore like a pioneer

There's options in my head, it's hard to try em all
With rap, I get to overdosing like it's Tylenol
They told me get my story straight but I ain't lie at all
And then they put me in a building titled 'Hospital'
And while I was in there, I learned a little bit
Like suck it up and stop being a little bitch
But also got some images that f*cked my head
It takes me back to nightmare times when I was just a kid

Yeah, it f*cked me up inside
Gotta wonder if there is an afterlife
Really it'll be a thing I'd have to find
Really only when and if I have to die
Gotta put that thought down
Gotta read these notes that I jot down
I don't really give a f*ck about a boss
I was done with the jobs so I walked then I clocked out

Way up in the sky, I think I'm floating
Look up at the clouds, they start to rotate
Thinking all the pain is really okay
But it's not, it's just my heart that's ripping open
Way up in the sky, I think I'm floating
Look up at the clouds, they start to rotate
Thinking all the pain is really okay
But it's not, it's just my heart that's ripping open

I'm a crazy mastermind, I don't take the lines
F*ck your rap advice till the game is mine
Whoo
Till I rap one line and I'm saving lives
I'm just one guy with a bag of rhymes
Put 2 + 2 then I'm adding mine
My notes, my beats, my practice time
You ain't got no pull 'cept jazzercise
Yeah yeah, I'm killing it, know I be killing it
Flipping the script then I'm pinning the innocent
Pick up a pen and my purpose is permanent
Permission hurting like squeezing a tourniquet
F*ck did you think when you heard of me
I got some therapy, f*ck all the surgery
Friends having babies so call up a nursery

There's options in my head, it's hard to try em all
With rap, I get to overdosing like it's Tylenol
They told me get my story straight but I ain't lie at all
And then they put me in a building titled 'Hospital'
And while I was in there, I learned a little bit
Like suck it up and stop being a little bitch
But also got some images that f*cked my head
It takes me back to nightmare times when I was just a kid

Way up in the sky, I think I'm floating
Look up at the clouds, they start to rotate
Thinking all the pain is really okay
But it's not, it's just my heart that's ripping open