Lyrics Museum - Lance Jackson.

Going up never coming down
This balloon don′t deflate no no way
See me in the clouds
And I got God's grace, angel wings looking good on me now
But I didn′t die, I ain't never gonna die long as y'all around
Pass my name around I ain′t playing round

I been on my shit, yeah yeah, the flow different now
Water my aura, you sorta kinda looking rigid now
Money important, I double my income and use it to finish my vision wow
Look at the work of art put it on a wall, Michaelango, let me paint my soul
Spirit flowing through the picture now

Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum

Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow

See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would′ve flown
If we sky dive

You could feel the air it's rushing through your bones

Life′s hard of course, I can't argue that
I find peace knowing this a process
I thank God for that
I wonder what if I just stopped doing this
Would I be alive

Cause I don′t wanna do 9-5 for the rest of my life like mom and pops
I don't wanna knock that life down, a lot of niggas going that route
I mean people got kids to feed
And I know what that life′s about

I ain't gotta have a kid to know
All I know is try to get it fore I do
But I got a girl I'm seeing now and man her pussy power going through the roof that′s a given truth

Like the rest of my work

I′m on a mission to work for me
Started my museum early though
I turn my word into history
Building the leg of a legacy

I was in school for a minute and left for the ten thousand hours it took me to work on my masterpiece

I'm tryna be on my Master P shit
Every season, every flower, every pot
Every evening, every reason, love me now or love me not

In the deep end every weekend Hennessy my pool of choice
I float around and pray to Jesus
I don′t die before you see this, yeah

Yeah, got it, paint brush, bigger strokes
Every color I combine and made it gold
This is my museum

Yeah, every real nigga need a home, I just make the shit I feel and call it home
Made em say wow

See it through my eyes and see the shit I know
See it from the clouds you thought you would've flown
If we sky dive

You could feel the air it′s rushing through your bones