Kenhurano - Sky Gaze Lyrics

Hands in the air as I pray for the commas
Now get up and get you some bread with a butter
Hands in the air as I pray for the commas
Now get up and get you some bread with a butter

Gaze at the stars, I done made me a star when I started my rap and broke all the bars
Of the cage I was in with the raps that I wrote for my soul to nurtured and left till it grows
It's a pleasure to be on the low, far from the traffic of shit taking place in this world
My eyes steady looking for something material
Fine that's alright but I'm keeping my soul
Cause I'm down to the dirt from the bottom
Im popping no bottle I'm sipping the purp
Lean in blood got me slow like a tortoise and niggaz too slow so they left in the cold
Still with the days I came with a strain of sativa
We sky-diving out of control
No pressure from opps and all of these hoes that act like they on but they off with a blow

I'm too heavy I'm the big show with a saggi tat on my neck
Feeling sad but I'm the big dawg and I'll get through it by the day
Money deep on my mind, mind on the money it's a daily chase
I don't mind to pay the price long as I get plenty racks in return

Gaze at the sky getting wet in the rain yeah
(Hands in the air as I pray for the commas)
Being in the crowds ain't just right for my brain yeah
(Now get up and get you some bread with a butter)
Gaze at the sky getting wet in the rain yeah
(Hands in the air as I pray for the commas)
Being in the crowds ain't just right for my brain yeah
(Now get up and get you some bread with a butter)

I'm in a race with the man in mirror
With a mask I'm a villain
I talk to the man in the mirror
I'm insane yeah for real
I just bang with whatever shit that brings the good hellbound dude out of me
I'm low, on the bull-bull-bullshitty
I struggle tal-talking I'm cool with it
But I rap like a Birthday wrapper
The one they give kids gifts with as a birthday packet

Gaze at the sky getting wet in the rain yeah
(Hands in the air as I pray for the commas)
Being in the crowds ain't just right for my brain yeah
(Now get up and get you some bread with a butter)
Gaze at the sky getting wet in the rain yeah
(Hands in the air as I pray for the commas)
Being in the crowds ain't just right for my brain yeah
(Now get up and get you some bread with a butter)