Satellites

[Intro: Kid Cudi]

KC: Tassho Pearce and Kid Cudi

Dream on good

TP: Flip the bird, Air Yeezys on my feet

Check, No I.D. on the beat, check

KC: That that that that good good

[Verse 1: Tassho Pearce]

Hello, aloha it's Cudi and brother Sho

No I.D. on the beat so tell everybody you know

Still grateful for every bill I fold

May our haters live long so we can kill them slow

Father forgive my foes, have mercy on them hoes

They know not what they do the music make them lose control

They say tomorrow isn't promised, and may never come

But when she does, Niagra Falls forever sprung

These are the moments you could wait your whole life for

Standin' next to Bob Barker trying to pick the right door

More Henny, more Swishers, more kush, uh

The more I drink the more better she look

Sell a sweater in a desert, sell a diabetic dessert

I'm higher than a piece of snow flyin' in a blizzard

So high up in the air I'm hittin' satellites

Movin' at the speed of light, ain't hard to see we live this life

[Hook: Tassho Pearce]

Right now I'm so high

I could almost touch the sky

I could almost touch the sky

I could almost touch the sky

Right now I'm higher than I ever been

Higher than I ever been

Higher than you ever been

Higher

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]

I'm I'm I'm right back in it

Took a few to cook up, I'm surfin' in it

My demeanor they observe, love to mimic

Once a skinny nigga rippin' I ain't skippin' a word

Put some minutes in my phone so my momma can get me

She had held a nigga down, now I keep her together

Was Celine'n on the reg now she lives with the Chanel

I just want her to forget the past that we call hell

I can't say it enough, supply for my fam

At the end of the day, they make me all what I am

My fans they keep me level, it's way beyond the weed

We connect I know we special, We connect I know we cool

I know we fly them native motherfuckers love the tribe

Whatever I know we flavor, motivated gettin' this paper

Straight shining, motivated getting this paper

Straight shining, we winin' and dinin'

[Hook]

[Bridge: Tassho Pearce]

I witnessed the inner makings of a classic

Now every time I do it I'm comparing it to that shit

And haters hate it, that I made it with a passion

Feelin' like a mother fucker made it into NASA

Uh huh, I'm back up on my starship

Takin' it way too far, I'm always on that Mars shit

But still grateful for every bill that I fold

May our haters live long so we can kill them slow

[Hook x2]