[Hook: Trey I ever said Everything I have done Tryna show 'em my time mansions in my mind Now all so yesterday I'm just up my fire Tell the world I'm goodbye You ask me why... I'm building in the sky I'm building in the sky
1: B.o.B] I use to ride around town in a watchu it Looking like a dimmer like a dusty wallet Getting fired, hired, then refired The idiots to how to build an empire I you how to stunt show you how to pop Gotta watch my wrist and a watch for my paps Ballin' the baseline, bottom to the top Got bullets on yeah I call shots Now you act like you never heard of me Cause I'm so third degree, I'm burning leaves I'm in my castle and I'm never coming always said I had my head in the clouds, HA!
[Hook: Trey I ever said Everything that I have Tryna show 'em my time mansions in my mind Now that's all so I'm just up my fire Tell the world I'm saying Why... I'm building in the sky I'm building in the sky
2: B.o.B] I use to fantasise about the girl I couldn't get with Couldn't get her couldn't even get her digit Then I saw the light now my nights are quite I'll be inside the ganja with a swollen head missin' Got bills paid, got the whole hood saying damn Ray a mighty long way No GPS on star on I'm a self nigger, shout out to my operation It in my mind then it started takin' shape I still cannot believe these events are place Uh, I'm in my castle and I'm coming down It's no my heads in the clouds, ha!
[Hook: Trey I ever said Everything that I done Tryna show 'em it's my Building in my mind Now all so yesterday I'm just lighting up my the world I'm saying goodbye Why... I'm castles in the sky I'm castles in the sky
B.o.B] Building castles the size of Thirty thousand up, I swear you gotta see 'em Cruising altitude with a attitude Headed for the moon Mars, maybe Venus
[Hook: Trey Everything I ever Everything that I have Tryna show 'em it's my Building mansions in my Now all so yesterday I'm lighting up my fire Tell the world I'm saying Why... I'm building in the sky I'm building in the sky
B.o.B] Building castles the of collesiums Thirty thousand feet up, I swear you see 'em Cruising altitude a foolish attitude Headed for the moon maybe Mars, Venus