Songtext Balloons Aha Gazelle

Balloons

I should have never applied
I don't belong in enterprise
I thought the limit was a sky
Not selling other people rides
Now I'm tryna sell a lie
That I'm here for the long ride
As soon as I blow up it's bye
As soon as I blow up it's
Straight to the runway
Got some people who gon' say
That I'm going the wrong way
'Cause they didn't go they own way
You must think that I'm, you
Tryna take all my fun away
I just give 'em a pump fake
I know some people gon' hate
But I can't let them dictate
How I play my game, how I shoot
Let me see your hands, raise the roof
Can I get a hand, no masseuse
Never sell my soul just to get some fans
Gotta a ceiling fan in my room
Uh, I feel like Boosie when I zoom
I do all my problems like balloons
Let 'em go and send them to the moon
Then I watch 'em go up like Elijah
Then I start to pray like "Our Father"
I got something real strong in my bottle
Like you not strong enough for my problems
And my favorite excuse is I got it
When I don't wanna talk I switch the topic
Not afraid to die they know I'm 'bout it
'Cause you can't get to heaven on a rocket
I need to stop and focus on surviving

Focus on what I think in my noggin
What goes on in my head like toboggan
I know God gave His only begotten
But sometimes why I feel so forgotten?
I can hold a basketball with one hand
But I suck at holding conversations
Watch how these kings are ruling they nations
After the rain comes evaporation
I stay calm, I stay cool, I stay patient
I been down for a while I been waitin'
Back when Chris Paul was playin' with Peja
I got God on my side like a Pager
That's how Aha not signed but he major
Yeah you rich but you don't got no favor
If you not on my side you a tapir
Life is more than just a piece of

I should have never applied
I don't belong in enterprise
I thought the limit was a sky
Not selling other people rides
Now I'm tryna sell a lie
That I'm here for the long ride
As soon as I blow up it's bye
As soon as I blow up it's
Straight to the runway
Got some people who gon' say
That I'm going the wrong way
'Cause they didn't go they own way
You must think that I'm, you
Tryna take all my fun away
I just give 'em a pump fake
I know some people gon' hate
But I can't let them dictate
How I play my game, how I shoot
Let me see your hands, raise the roof
Can I get a hand, no masseuse
Never sell my soul just to get some fans
Gotta a ceiling fan in my room
Uh, I feel like Boosie when I zoom
I do all my problems like balloons
Let 'em go and send them to the moon
Then I watch 'em go up like Elijah
Then I start to pray like "Our Father"
I got something real strong in my bottle
Like you not strong enough for my problems
And my favorite excuse is I got it
When I don't wanna talk I switch the topic
Not afraid to die they know I'm 'bout it
'Cause you can't get to heaven on a rocket
I need to stop it, ayy