Charles Hamilton - Writing in the Sky lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Writing in the Sky lyrics]
(Write your name across the sky)
It's hard to find yourself sometimes ya know?
(Write your name across the sky)
But, if you write your name in
The sky you always see yourself
(You're a genie in disguise)
So I want everybody to lay back
And look in the sky
(You're a genie in disguise)
And see their names (and)
They say a diamond is a girl's best friend
I guess my best friend is a diamond
Cause she's my girls best friend
They say a dog is a man's best friend
I guess my bitch has a
Diamond flea collar necklace
Life is Tetris, you gotta find the best fit
Mistakes build up so much there's no exit
Too many mistakes, the game over
I make mad mistakes every time I ain't sober
Mary Jane came over and drove me insane
Over and over again, Notice the name?
Smoking it softened the pain
Focused on the wrong things
This song brings harmony to
All these small things
Charles sees far too many flaws
But he can't change uh
So many people out to get me
But can't name em
Got the mind of a pistol, but I can't aim it
A real black republican, no campaigning
Hip Hop died but she put me in her will
That's why I'm cocky not looking for a deal
But, I told HchO "Don't ever forget"
You better be right about
This Demevolist shit
My mom thinks I'm a black sheep
Bitches try to get at me
Want to be in the back seat
Just so they can grab me
I shit on em and that
Be exactly the reason they
Want to get they man to come clap me
Its wack see, but it's my life
And it's something I die puffin the la
Watch the smoke float up to the sky
They hate the truth
But they love you in lies
I'm justified, feelin like Justin inside
My best friend Tyrone, won't leave me alone
Musically he found his zone
He wanna make mad hit's
I wanna make classics
He feels my sample and it's bad shit
If you wanna make money
Then stop with all that shit
Fuck doing it for the money I
Want a whole track list
Then it's some mad sick shit
Lasting in the memory of every hip hop head
Do it endlessly
In this industry you gotta stand out
Eg every time that 2Pac would say Hennessey
But back to this rapping shit
I'm always made to feel inadequate
The man on stage but, I'm a nobody after it
The spotlight fades
But, I'm still chasing after it
The jack of only one trade
Damn right, I mastered it
Sha-Leik, the nigga for the
Mixing and the mastering
Three's and space bars and the
Occasional accident requiring apple+z
Mistakes I just kept em
Make an excuse for em
Or make the whole world accept em
Whatever it takes to make a hypnotizer record
I wish I had the poetic skills
Of my man Kesed
Wish I knew a woman who was artistic
Who could give me head
Let me beat and still teach me a lesson
I guess I got a spoken word fetish, get it?
Uh, uh, I guess I got a spoken word fetish
Look In The Sky
It's hard to find yourself sometimes ya know?
(Write your name across the sky)
But, if you write your name in
The sky you always see yourself
(You're a genie in disguise)
So I want everybody to lay back
And look in the sky
(You're a genie in disguise)
And see their names (and)
They say a diamond is a girl's best friend
I guess my best friend is a diamond
Cause she's my girls best friend
They say a dog is a man's best friend
I guess my bitch has a
Diamond flea collar necklace
Life is Tetris, you gotta find the best fit
Mistakes build up so much there's no exit
Too many mistakes, the game over
I make mad mistakes every time I ain't sober
Mary Jane came over and drove me insane
Over and over again, Notice the name?
Smoking it softened the pain
Focused on the wrong things
This song brings harmony to
All these small things
Charles sees far too many flaws
But he can't change uh
So many people out to get me
But can't name em
Got the mind of a pistol, but I can't aim it
A real black republican, no campaigning
Hip Hop died but she put me in her will
That's why I'm cocky not looking for a deal
But, I told HchO "Don't ever forget"
You better be right about
This Demevolist shit
My mom thinks I'm a black sheep
Bitches try to get at me
Want to be in the back seat
Just so they can grab me
I shit on em and that
Be exactly the reason they
Want to get they man to come clap me
Its wack see, but it's my life
And it's something I die puffin the la
Watch the smoke float up to the sky
They hate the truth
But they love you in lies
I'm justified, feelin like Justin inside
My best friend Tyrone, won't leave me alone
Musically he found his zone
He wanna make mad hit's
I wanna make classics
He feels my sample and it's bad shit
If you wanna make money
Then stop with all that shit
Fuck doing it for the money I
Want a whole track list
Then it's some mad sick shit
Lasting in the memory of every hip hop head
Do it endlessly
In this industry you gotta stand out
Eg every time that 2Pac would say Hennessey
But back to this rapping shit
I'm always made to feel inadequate
The man on stage but, I'm a nobody after it
The spotlight fades
But, I'm still chasing after it
The jack of only one trade
Damn right, I mastered it
Sha-Leik, the nigga for the
Mixing and the mastering
Three's and space bars and the
Occasional accident requiring apple+z
Mistakes I just kept em
Make an excuse for em
Or make the whole world accept em
Whatever it takes to make a hypnotizer record
I wish I had the poetic skills
Of my man Kesed
Wish I knew a woman who was artistic
Who could give me head
Let me beat and still teach me a lesson
I guess I got a spoken word fetish, get it?
Uh, uh, I guess I got a spoken word fetish
Look In The Sky