Kay Taka - American Lyrics

I pray for patience and a little bit of fame too
Exhale the herb and pass that shit to Jesus
Like, "hey you, why you helicopping this"
Have my track spinning back like a helicopter Miss
Please, could you look my way
Could you listen today
If I did the dishes today
Nah, that bitch ain't listening
I let my stress go with my feet in Lake Michigan
I'm missing again
See that boy on the road but he was just with his friends
When having nowhere to go
You gotta go with the wind
And if you searching your soul, you gotta go through sin
Cinnamon sweet life, that's the way you been brought up
We don't sleep nights, our days are odd and bothered
Focused on dreams, no missed calls from our fathers
So we looking up to queens but we f*cking their daughters
I hit the loud to have a quiet night
Wonder if my neighbors hear me cry at night
Wonder if my savior is a quiet guy
Because I don't talk much, light up just like a firefly
I hit the loud to have a quiet night
Wonder if my neighbors hear me cry at night
There's a lot of things that I don't like
But I don't talk much, light up just like a firefly
I am golden