Balloons Lyrics

What goes up must not come down

I need my niggas on helium

I need my niggas around

I need confetti kombucha some pina colada when I'm outa town

I need variety suka, smoking on hookah, neck in the clouds

Dozens of pick me's with policy piling up proper no pressure around

Pictures of me paparazzi politicking price of my pilots a pound

Fans be giving me flowers while I'm alive and not underground

Somebody fill my lighter up, I don't plan on coming down

You flew up for what

There's not much to say now

No hands to pray

The bottom look like devils playground

You flew up for what

No plans to take

All of the moola you make

Might as well clean out that bank count

Stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks and dem

Sunny days I'm a daffodil

Money look like a giraffe and dem

I'm a climb and climb and climb on till I reach the roof the ceiling

Looking at the view, the feeling

I'm losing oxygen

Still rising like the sun, feel my skin getting hot again

One day ima touch the sun, feel his warmth in my arms again

Hopefully not pretend

The bigger the risk, the bigger you are, the harder you fall

I'm taking off my safety strings, I'm not finna fall again

Got rid of the weight, holding my soul, now I can float (float)

No one ever really dies (dies)

There's no pulling me to stop (stop)

Skills way too sharp for me not

To blow (Too sharp)

Not, to rise (Too sharp)

Not, to pop