Altitude - Jonwayne

They say a man is immature until the sun is in his hands,

And the fields start to die.

Don’t stand upon his land, you can stand up to the cloud

And never understand there’s a big man crying

He never learn to laugh, when I’ll die I’m gonna sit up in my casket

Held my family like it’s the last time I’ll have it.

You know I’m trying not to take this gratitude for granted,

I know I got a heart that could be harder than some granite.

This graph I got this hand is getting drastic, crafted

Something bad if you taking over what I can

Do you call it magic

A blood is lavender.

They called me a romantic.

As hopeless as I am, love paralyzed.

Strained in this quick sandy call it place to camping,

My homie smoking weed beside a fireplace,

Decide to lock out the cabin, I guess.

That’s all you can get

For?

your neck.

I’m high struggle?

They got to follow next, you don’t believe me

But I seize 'em when the breezes from the coast touch a boat

with a thirty thousands in coach

Little Nemo when the clock strikes 12 upon the bed post.

Flying cigarettes,

so when my memory they press the wax to 12 inch so they could drop in.

So ironic, like my generation representing city populace.

Raise the roof upon to me, I stay on top of it.

I’m forty thousands leagues above under-stuffed in the sarcophagus.

Coffin?

articles under waterfalls prisons caught my eye, it was love at first

optical,??

to life, these people would die for it.

But I’m ahead of all these bitches, in the skyfall

Sharper than the sliver of light and a broken soul

They cut into my skin, them faces on the?

I swear to God I saw my dead friends in the sand doom faces they blew away in

the wind

I knew They had to.

It’s called to never giving up when all the pieces in background are crumbling

in the dust,

My clock is mumbling once while the Earth’s blood boils up under the crust.

It’s called to never giving up when all the pieces in background are crumbling

in the dust,

My clock is mumbling once while the Earth’s blood boils up under the crust.

I’m losing altitude, you’re losing trust because they count on you.

Everybody wants to be the alpha dude.