Skybourne

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high

In the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high

In the sky

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Box Chevy, no tint

Floating inside, aquarium

Yea that's him, compository sketches is all

They can't catch us, jet setters

I joined the mile high club somewhere over Texas

Plotted my climb since the homie played the Black Lexus

I told them put it all on Spitta

Guaranteed winner, been a go-getter

Ain't gotta go nowhere

I already came here with it, pull up at the picnic

El Camino on thirteens

Red nosed pitbulls in the back, no leash

Muhfuckas well trained, on the low I be having that high grade

Talking 'bout how a nigga smoke and maintain

That's word from a bird in a fuzzy herb tree

Fly tell that, you ain't heard that from me

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high

In the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high

In the sky

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

True visionary, impeccable timing

Shine sort of blinding, don't look twice

My fresh don't it look nice

Your DNA ain't the same pimp

So nah, you don't look right

Fuck it, I fast forward past your's

You wanted something to look up to so ask for it

Mississippi country bumpkin with nothing to lose

I be be a king let me sing you the blues

Let me lay down the rules, get money by all means

Survive at all costs, put God 'bove all things

I fall short, pimping women with small shorts

Reaching out for what's mine, like children and small folks

Always above the rim, like what do you ball for?

If you ain't spending money, then what did you call for?

I look good for the fuck, but baby it's all sport

The game is a bitch, and shawty she all throat

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high

In the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high

In the sky

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]

Came through to conquer, been killing it since Contra

Lo sponsor, and I'm smoking on a mini launcher

Eight grams, nigga, fuck with me

Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me

I don't blow Reggie Bush, never would

It's heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good

Where the grinder? We grinders, top rhymers

The finest, drop gems so timeless

Burn like a CD, get top like Z-Z

Flow like agua and I'm cold like a Ski beat, lord!

Got them hood niggas quoting my bars

And them bloggers like, oh my God!

Smokee Robinson, Earl James, and George Kush

Round table, eating pasta like mobsters

Make a killing off sour D

They lied, money really do grow off trees

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]

I'll take you farther than far

Somewhere near Mars

We'll get high

In the sky

I'll take you where you can't be

Unless you with me

We'll get high

In the sky