Tekstovi
U KNO
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Lived in the Dark
Pray to God, for a Spark
Like a Little John Starks
Dunk from the Arch
Built an Arch for the Love of the Art
Even when critics try to tear it apart
Create, create, create
Elevate up to Mars
Forget the clothes and cars
Show them your heart
Ukulele baby, can you please be my harp
Where do i start
Before I started
I was a dragon
Heaving heavy hearted magic
That is elaborate
Like eww that flame too hot
He need to practice it
Light a match, and put wax to it
Label it as a laxative
That way we can sample it
Flip it, and mathematic it
Dont stand like a manakin
Are you famished, or panickin’
If you’re damaged, I'll laugh again
I can’t manage to plastic
My inner savage a magnet
Attracted to get cabbage
Or living lavish then
Sit back while i'm practicin’
Practicum like an analyst
Inhibition no catalyst
Too much of that cannabis
But right now I’m so focus
You can all me philanthropist
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
I want to be a rapper and a actor
Shoot an episode, hit the road and tour after
Leave a set, do a set,
That is what i got a knack for
Take a beat, rip a beat,
That is what ill get a plaque for
This aint for the reward
This is for the rapture
I can’t die today, cuz i aint wrote my best chapter
Use to hoarder through horder
Now I barter through borders
Fabulous forever
Exuberant explorer
Excellence exemplifies
My etiquette and manner
Lyrical labber
Living with laughter
Original dabber
Changing up the standard
Call me x factor
Or Mr. Austin Ashford
High school dropout
But i got my bachelors
Calculated education
Call it double masters
No I’m not casper
But I’m running faster
Than a rocket ship
That dip down form Nasa
Straight from the Yay
Nickel and dime I made
That is the place I was raised
Critics and praise
Give me all the accolades
For my ancestors with chains
We build this place
But they still lock us away
Aye, listen to me
Give me some empathy
Sympathy, sympathize, similar humanity
Aye, woah
They said that killmongers dead
Just like that dude did his Dad
Knife through his chest
Murdered by african tech
Technically now, we have nobody left
To save all the women and men
And all the black children living out west
To save all the women and men
And all the black children living out west
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
AUSTIN ASHFORD
Songtrust Ave