Skyzoo - Gla** Ceilings lyrics

Figure it's a clock, work orange, how I'm pardoned wit the top of it Leave it up to me to see the bottomless, bottom is Meaning what the moral or the object of the riding is Told 'em all before, no Radames, riding with All or nothing now, couple dreams in a duffle Damier's all around it, guess a dream might run you And the run's a 100 yarder, the dash mite barter And you tryin' to shake a Dash like a Carter I'm tryin' to play the back as a starter, the irony in that Wanting all of it but wanting no part of the react I react like all we ever wanted was to be up Nobody could guard us but regardless they should lead us? Still playing ringer, told me chill while they king him Background live or die, they can still raise a finger Those around us can see the same tent Windex the roof, it only makes sense It's all gla** ceilings, all gla** ceilings Tryin' to see whatever, all for that feeling High enough to let up, low enough to feel it Probably forever blowing through the ceiling Looking for it 'til it's all said And then it feels like when they k**ed Cornbread Or Cochise or Voletta's son The common thread? It's pro'lly better if you never run Or find a ledge that you can level if they ever come I'm 'bout this bread, God bless you if I'm ever shunned Say I took it just the way that I was taught to You wait and you'll be laid when they applaud you You say that if I lost you there's nothing left to seek out I say that if I lost you, you wasn't supposed to be found So we out, we out, outside living like this Outside living wasn't out the side limits Or living like the roof up above us wasn't loose enough to touch us Mu'f**as wasn't true enough to love us And all of those around us can see the same tent Windex the roof, it only makes sense It's all gla** ceilings, all gla** ceilings Tryin' to see whatever, all for that feeling High enough to let up, low enough to feel it Probably forever blowing through the ceiling Big money in my sentence Sleep ain't what it was, it come a little different If we can't cover up then cut a little distance Each and everyone of us just want it how we live it Big money in my sentence Sleep ain't what it was, it come a little different If we can't cover up then cut a little distance Each and everyone of us just want it how we live it It's all gla** ceilings, all gla** ceilings Tryin' to see whatever, all for that feeling High enough to let up, low enough to feel it Probably forever blowing through the ceiling