XamVolo - Jet-Black Feathers lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh wait hold on a sec I thought a brother wouldn't last, and- Fortune was found in a casket Bright lights fame unsurpa**ed, and- Oh wait hold on a sec What about Bluegra** and Bra**, and- "Jazz gon' save the middle cla**" with- Flat caps and dark sungla**es [Hook] Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) So this is the indoor cloud, is it? I promised that I wouldn't go loud with it Not quite the same as a vow is it? Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) To the indoor cloud I promised that I wouldn't go loud Before the dark come-a take me away [Secondary Hook] And I get paid Like my guys say: "Stick to the plan boy" and nothing's changed "When this wind falls, we by Lambos Hit the main roads, race 'em all, together ('gether)" Drifting weather, trade in peace for these jet-black feathers (Trade in peace for these jet-black feathers?) Kings of the street to these middle cla** beggars, clever And we ask how we got here And we say do your best sir, do your best sir Do your best to- [Hook] Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) To the indoor cloud, is it? I promised that I wouldn't go loud with it Not quite the same as a vow is it, now? Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) I promised that I wouldn't get proud Before the dark come-a take me away [Verse 2] Oh wait hold on a sec, it's about 2:59 You done missed your flight If you could turn back time, and- Oh wait hold on a sec, you realised you can't Because your blood runs red Better get your a** to Japan somehow [Hook] Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) So this is the indoor cloud You promised that you wouldn't get proud Not quite the same as a vow is it, now? Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) To the indoor cloud You promised that you wouldn't get proud Before the dark come-a take you away [Secondary Hook] And you get paid Like your guys say: "Stick to the plan boy" and nothing's changed "When this wind falls, we by Lambos Hit the main roads, race 'em all, together ('gether)" Drifting weather, trade in peace for these jet-black feathers (Trade in peace for these jet-black feathers?) Kings of the street to these middle cla** beggars, clever And we ask how And we say do, And we say do And we do your best sir And we ask how we got here And we say do your best sir, do your best sir Do your best to- [Hook] Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) Do your best sir.. Hold on (hold on, hold on, hold on..) To the indoor cloud I promised that I wouldn't get proud Before the dark come-a take me away..