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mile high - kqry lyrics

[intro: c]
yeah, (yeah)
opportunity, whoa (take me mile high for an opportunity, for an opportunity)
kqry (yeah, take me mile high for an opportunity)

[verse 1: c]
i’d been solo for so long (yeah)
dreaming about the days for people to even care about my songs
now i got ’em waitin’ and they sayin’ it’s too long (haha)
but they couldn’t understand how long it took to write these psalms
i was openly writing poetry unbeknownst to me (yeah, get it)
hopelessly
tryna to get these people close to me i was supposed to be
focusing
now i’m hocus pocus*ing the way i disappear and came back
but this is the opening
i was flipping’ burgers life was gettin’ worser (uh huh)
wishin’ for some god parents like i was timmy turner (c’mon)
the a’s was getting further
people would start to murmur, your sons a bad influence
but now i bet i make more than they parents (how do i do)
i was a bad kid by all accounts
pepper in my mouth go ahead and get the belt
never helped myself so i started making music as an outlet
because i couldn’t figure out the words to say yet (facts)
so i figured i’d sing it f*cking wing it
bullies couldn’t say sh*t because i was amazing
sick of ripping beats so g just went and made ’em (yeah he did)
the beats and his verse man his back was f*cking breaking it’s amazing (back breaks, kqry)
friends upset with my successes
got me wondering who my true friends is (haha)
when i told you that i rapped and you laughed (yeah you did)
then you listened to it and realized you couldn’t do sh*t to touch that (facts)
these sk!lls you don’t have
and the wealth that i have not half (no you don’t)
we still k!llin’ ’em to this day not bad
g imma let you have the rest of this pad where you at (where he at)
[verse 2: g]
i’m locked in, loaded
ready for my shot i c*ck it, go in
bet they think i’m hot
i’m stop drop and rollin
non stop we move like chop chop
y’all just stop motion
know that we could shut this b*tch down like covid (nah nah)
every hit doublin’ down, yeah we both did (yah yah)
any minute runnin’ the town, check the shinola
anywhere from the d all the way to boulder it’s over (it’s over)
feelin like the son of god
tryna get a crib bigger than a synagogue
i got the whip and i’m ridin’ like its really robbed
all we do is big sh*t, all y’all do is sit and watch (sit and watch)
this sh*t is hop scotch like a walk in the park
know we can’t miss wit a shot in the dark
i ain’t even worried about toppin’ the charts
y’all aim for the moon, we talkin’ bout mars
on our musk sh*t
i don’t really wanna keep talkin i’m a man of few words
been good on my hush sh*t (shh)
back in high school on soundcloud barely got a dozen views
most came from our cousins
now we stay buzzin
from australia out to london
i got motherf*ckas listenin’ and eatin’ crumpets
the real tea is y’all poppin’ up while we bubblin
rest of y’all hear the kettle but are ear pluggin’ but
i moved to the mountains i’m harder to find
all this money i’m amountin’ it’s harder to cry
when they only discount you it’s harder to shine
but i know i’ll be a star in the sky
i can’t lie
so down to earth it’s hard to get high
i reminisce on them days i first started to rhyme
and thank god i ain’t stop cuz it kept me alive
from birth all the way to my prime
never lied nah
[verse 3: c]
yeah
this sk!ll is developed not purchased (woo)
don’t want the history like internet searches
we make music that touches the youth like churches (oh)
notice that i like to talk these verses like sermons it’s curtains (haha)
g say he’s on his hush sh*t, oh sh*t (shh)
it’s yin and yang watch how we bust it
kool*aid man to the game the way we bust in (hahaha)
these are just the throwaways we got about a dozen (oh god)
can’t believe that they bump this sh*t in london
getting bigger now yeah we poppin’ like a b*tton
its been the plan for years this is not all of a sudden
from detroit but we out here vibin’ in the mountains
you paid little like an allowance (ching)
it speaks volumes when you leave ’em all in silence (shh)
this is the truth no guidance (haha)
better glow up than the detroit lions (aye)
go and hit the club sirens d*mn (haha)

[outro]
yeah, take me mile high for an opportunity, for an opportunity

- kqry lyrics

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