flying in the wind i feel the breeze up on my curly hair
4am mid summer blurry pine trees down the road ahead
smokey whippin' in the wind we sideways on the cold descent
being where i've been with what i know now i'm not going back
april halfway over active all month like a metro path
wholesome in the works and me n' swaine about a film for that
was cold our faces inside with the wind
put that ice upon a mike kim track
shawty got a white tough scooped out the way
still come through on a personal thing
i been one for pushing on my progress
everything in life is got a hope that
i'ma get it out and i'ma kick back
i did it all from my mouse taps
clicking on my shit i got a lot to work to do
all these fucking visions came from sitting in my room
uber eats receipts n' snapchat's interrupt the snooze
i been on my once like life was )
skip the curve i just improve
you talking climbing charts
i'm talking climbing just to prove
i was climbing to the moon