Songtexte Flyin Low - Sammy Atlas

Feel like my brain is in a thunderstorm
Got so many questions couldn't wonder more
I just called to say I hate you why you make me suffer more
I'm coming for (call me back if you can)
All the shit that ain't even been done before
Write a couple poems ima 'cite em till my lungs are sore
Couple chords-
Melody and drums is all I fucking store
Inside this crazy mind of mine there's nothin more
I'm lying though
I ain't never met a boy who cried before
I'm Flyin Low
Petrol running out I swear I'm trying bro
If patience is a virtue then my morals been expired

It's not easy but we living easy
Hit some turbulence I told you it be gettin breezy
Will the flight be on time? I don't know this shit a common theme
I be living life through the night that shit you call a dream
Convince myself I know a lot
When answers come I question thoughts
Only thing I know is my whole closet full of fresh new cops
Once I get this money and my records filling up the shops
I hope that I'm not lonely bitch I opened up Pandora's box

The sun gon' shine all day through the highs and lows
The moon and the tides and the shade don't stop and go
The wind feel nice on my face it always blows
I don't know what to feel today or what the future hold
The sun gon' shine all day through the highs and lows
The moon and the tides and the shade don't stop and go
The wind feel nice on my face it always blows
I don't know what to feel today or what the future hold

Sun beams hitting on the day to day
Wonder why I'm feeling so gray today?
Ain't smiled in a minute, shade fucking up my vision
I wonder why you got me feeling jaded babe?

Hesitant to speak my mind so I just don't be sayin shit
Let it out through with logic something all you bitches hate to admit
My chords gon' make the ladies wet
My vocals make the babies kick
Lately acting childish told your bitch to come and babysit
The cars I want like maybe six
To record labels eat a dick
Like "why you trying to to do this on your own?" that's just the way I live
I trust bout as much as I be talking in the morning
I hate the small talk, man cuz all your lives are boring
I guess prolly mine too
But I always resign to
The world that's in my mind too
My thoughts could fill a quiet room
And none of y'all would get it
Thats why none of y'all be let in
Those thoughts gon' make me millions
And please don't you forget it!

The sun gon' shine all day through the highs and lows
The moon and the tides and the shade don't stop and go
The wind feel nice on my face it always blows
I don't know what to feel today or what the future hold
The sun gon' shine all day through the highs and lows
The moon and the tides and the shade don't stop and go
The wind feel nice on my face it always blows
I don't know what to feel today or what the future hold

Don't mean to come off cocky because I really don't be knowing shit
I just talk about my thoughts, let the public do what they want with it
And trust me I'm not holding back, I'm young but got no time to kill
I busy writing maps that's holding X's where I'll find a mill'