[Intro: Cordae]
When I'm down I call God, who better to call?
Ulterior motives, I'm fed up wit' y'all
Woo, woo-woo
Higher
Woo-woo

[Chorus: Phoelix & Cordae]
They told me put my hands up behind my head
I think they got the wrong one
I'm sick and tired of runnin' (Runnin')
I been searchin' where the love went (Love went)
I been lookin' for a dove
Then they told me if I move, they gon' shoot me dead
But I think I'm 'bout to cut a rug (Cut a rug)
I been waitin' on the summer (Summer)
Soul lookin' back and wonders (Yeah, uh, yeah)
"How we 'posed to get from under?" (Uh, yeah, uh)
They told me put my hands up behind my head

[Verse: Cordae]
I was searchin' through my archives, reminiscin', car rides
Thinkin' 'bout how far I had come since a small fry
Fortunately I lost ties with n***as that had crossed sides
Unforgivin', creates division like apartheid
Thinkin' 'bout my past life, my current one is all eyes
Addicted to the fast life, Porsches with the frog eyes
N***as ask me how I do it, boy, I said, "It's all God"
The funny thing about this life shit is that we all die
Hopin' for Heaven although we closer to Hell
Dreams to get my brother out that cage and open himself
Got that 2020 vision, shit, I wrote this in Braille
And the pieces where I hope to entail, yeah
[Chorus: Phoelix]
They told me put my hands up behind my head
I think they got the wrong one
I'm sick and tired of runnin' (Runnin')
I been searchin' where the love went (Love went)
I been lookin' for a dove
Then they told me if I move, they gon' shoot me dead
But I think I'm 'bout to cut a rug (Cut a rug)
I been waitin' on the summer (Summer)
Soul lookin' back and wonders
"How we 'posed to get from under?"
They told me put my hands up behind my head
I think they got the wrong one
I'm sick and tired of runnin' (Runnin')
I been searchin' where the love went (Love went)
I been lookin' for a dove
Then they told me if I move, they gon' shoot me dead
But I think I'm 'bout to cut a rug (Cut a rug)
I been waitin' on the summer (Summer)
Soul lookin' back and wonders
"How we 'posed to get from under?"
They told me put my hands up behind my head

[Outro: Cordae]
Woo-woo
Higher
Woo-woo
When I'm down I call God, who better to call?
Ulterior motives, I'm fed up wit' y'all
(Fed up wit' y'all)
Ulterior motives