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Featuring Travis Scott, B.o.B., T.I. Prod by Tommy Brown & Travis Scott (Hook) I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! (Verse 1: Travis Scott) We lost in the world who's feeling safe It's parked outside been in the case We walk outside feel like a mason The preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste White wine, go ahead and say grace And walk in the closet and feel amazed Ain't no retire, fall out of line and we get to pacin And we gonna simply reside and fill up the spacin Took the travis may leave you around and place it That's a classic, no other way to have it Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress And look how many bitches piled up on that mattress I'm feeling too proud, cause all my niggas around I got them people right now for the to fill it It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute Cause now I'm in the building, god damn, I'm about to kill it Letras de canciones (Hook) I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! (Verse 2: B.o.B.) Welcome to America, home to the gutter nigga Where every nigga wanna be another nigga Either your brother or your cousin is the drug dealer If you make it out the hood, haters wanna grudge with you As I wander these streets up under me It a concrete jungly come to me Who runs the world? Ego, money, greed Well, I have my weed and my money green Who ever said that we wasn’t money trees? Anyway fuck it, I’mma get high anyway Gone before my niggas say Lock up in them prison gates Life’s a bitch then you die They can do you any day (Hook) I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! (Verse 3: T.I.) 3-57 apparo the shit I wearo be Balenciaga Prada, Margiela or something hotter Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah A million dollars on my wardrobe, damier on my collars Nothing short of an assassin, garments I stick my ass in Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket, Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow So impressive, she would this barretta if I let her Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime I swear this dick I give her it'll last her a lifetime A nice night selling hard rock in the pipeline Put in their life and now they love a nigger longtime Wednesday three freaks, thursday four hoes Five on friday, yesterday six chicks Today is the sabbath I got seven going at it On a mattress doing shit you can't imagine, I'm laughing! True story, real talk, that's classic! (Hook) I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating From the ground! From Letras Mania