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Myles Cameron - Air 1s [Moving Still]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Myles Cameron
Myles Cameron
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Myles Cameron
Myles Cameron
Songwriter
Frankie Scoca
Frankie Scoca
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frankie Scoca
Frankie Scoca
Producer

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I remember when we moved out here Trees and fences with the sky so clear Cross the street, we'd ride our bikes as leaves would fall Went from tongue-tied and honey-eyed (and honey eyed, and) To emo shit and Cudi vibes, but That wasn't cool for me to like They playin' sports, I stay inside When you a circle, they gon' try to box you And the cool kids never fuck with me too On my lonely, walkin' home I leak blue 'Cus my crush don't think my nappy hair cute But that's just how it is I guess Awkward, never fittin' in Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks Black sheep wool is nappy than the fleece of the rest Never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the suburbs, dirty Air 1s on my feet My youth is showin' in my hair, just let me be And I ain't never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the summer, dirty Air 1s on my feet I found my purpose, I found God in melodies Off to school but I'm home every summer Off the blue-- yellow shoes, yellow jumper And I been wonderin' why we think we have control I think we're supposed to feel pain sometimes If you don't, you ain't doin' it right Nothing exists without contrast (no) Alone, I'm watchin' the sun pass Never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the suburbs, dirty Air 1s on my feet My youth is showin' in my hair, just let me be And I ain't never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the summer, dirty Air 1s on my feet I found my purpose, I found God in melodies Never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the suburbs, dirty Air 1s on my feet My youth is showin' in my hair, just let me be And I ain't never had no company I'm runnin' forwards, moving backwards, no money Trapped in the summer, dirty Air 1s on my feet I found my purpose, I found God in melodies My hands, I put em up Wave a goodbye to all the times that I thought I wasn't good enough Wasn't black or wasn't hood enough Wasn't athletic or better or impress-girls-in-school enough I know I could be anything, my God told me that And my mom told me that And the silence ain't deafening If you're cool with yourself And you don't wanna be no one else Never no time like today, today, today, today, today Nigga I feel unrestrained Restrained, restrained, restrained, restrained Feel like hoppin on a plane, a plane, a plane, a plane, a plane Finally happy with just me, just me, just me, just me, just me I know black skin is holy now, I wear mine like gold I know ain't nothin' scarier than getting older I know ain't nothin' wrong with ever feelin' alone We all alone And tonight I might go have a drink, and pray to my god And cry to some Frank, or write some new songs And dance in my room, or go for a drive or fall asleep on a roof Summer sky so open and so wide, I call to you Help me break my binds, show me light and show me truth I never smiled so open or so wide, I cried, it's cool Never been so certain in my life what I wanna do Never no time like today, today, today, today, today Nigga I feel unrestrained Restrained, restrained, restrained, restrained Feel like hopping on a plane, a plane, a plane, a plane, a plane Finally happy with just me, just me, just me, just me, just me I never smiled so open or so wide, I cried, it's cool
Writer(s): Frank Scoca, Myles Cameron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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