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tyree - st. elmo's fire lyrics

[intro]
when i start to care
then i find there is no one there
but i think of you
and i know, we are something new

[chorus]
we get higher and higher
crazy blue
like st. elmo’s fire
loves so sharp and flat
that it’s hard to know just where you’re at
we get higher and higher
crazy blue
like st. elmo’s fire
loves so sharp and flat
that it’s hard to know just where you’re at
now i know i

[verse 1]
pregnant but my pockets ain’t
gotta get a job today
my mama been on my case
like ain’t nothing on my plate
she think school is just delayed
that sh-t been way off the table
when it comes to me all she do is overestimate
same with all my family
they all slam me with questions about
what i’m doing, where i’m going
i don’t know, i’ll work it out
just get out of my face
i don’t need y’all anyway
all y’all talk is slow money
but i need that sh-t andale
i got a baby on the way
imma provide for that n-gga
my dad be like how you figure?
telling me to reconsider—
what?
he don’t ever say it
he know not to pull that trigger
but i know he thinkin’ ‘bout it
take me for some baby k!ller
what i look like atilla the hun?
imma love my son
or my daughter, either one
i ain’t worried ‘bout some funds
wanted this to set me straight and finally turn my life around
my bro said kyli, k!ll that thing
i’m done
they wonder why i get high

[verse 2]
she said tyree, hit the blunt
i said i don’t do that sh-t
she said after, we can f-ck
i said maybe just one hit
these days i don’t give two sh-ts
do things for the h-ll of it
partly ‘cause my sister’s ‘bout to have a kid but she’s a kid
i wish that girl would start to live
all she wanna do survive
that paycheck-to-paycheck life
she content with scr-ping by
she don’t know that she can fly
i don’t blame her, tell you why
that hole that she live in she been digging since like junior high
nine-to-fives, getting fired
going home, getting fried
all the time
i don’t know the last time she ain’t have red eyes
‘fraid it might rub off on me
i’m afraid to give it time
‘cause this time last year i had never even gotten high
confusing god with some substance
all my friends victims of it
look at ben, look at kyli
look at almost all my cousins
aye, now look at me
apples don’t fall far from trees
tell me why apparently it feel like we were meant to get high

- tyree lyrics

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