Testo Head To The Sky

Hey I’m cruising with my hands in the air ooh yeah, we raise hell give them something to talk about. Let’s talk about our hands in the air ooh yeah, and raising hell like you’ve wanted for years. And they’ll be like oh my my, who’s that guy with his back to the world and his head to the sky?

I’ve seen the greatest. And trust me they don’t give a fuck if you or me make it. I’ve been the faithless. And trust me they don’t give a fuck if you or me fake it. It’s funny how we just keep living and the world keeps spinning, oh Lord can you see them outside? And I keep road tripping but I feel like something’s missing, oh Lord can you hear me out loud? And the clouds that we used to be walking over are now the clouds that are filling my head. And the crowd that we used to be talking over are now the crowd that I’m killing instead.

So for now I got my hands in the air ooh yeah, ooh yeah, we raise hell give them something to talk about. Let’s talk about our hands in the air ooh yeah, and raising hell like you’ve wanted for years. And they’ll be like oh my my, who’s that guy with his back to the world and his head to the sky?

Do you remember we were sitting on a rooftop, and a daze on a summer night smoking, yeah. We were all about the stars and what was ours, and if it’s ours, could we take the night stolen. Could we spin it around our fingers, watch it lingers as it shimmers. Making stars in your eyes. Or should we flip it up and give it to the singers in the wind, and sing it all through the night. Hit a melody of everything you’ve ever seen, pitch is all right and nothing seems wrong. Then collect the memories and fantasies of enemies, and fuck them, you’ve been sleeping too long.
Look we got our hands in the air ooh yeah, we raise hell give them something to talk about. Let’s talk about our hands in the air ooh yeah, and raising hell like you’ve wanted for years. And they’ll be like oh my my, who’s that guy with his back to the world and his head to the sky?