| Looking in the distance
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| I’m dreaming of a world for us
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| When the moons align
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| We’ll map out a journey for you and I
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| For you and I
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| For you and I
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| In the night, I’m alone
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| Without you, I’m drifting on
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| When you take my hand
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| I’m so high up I’ll never land
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| Up, up, up, up, up
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| I’ll never land
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| Aye, look
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| Everybody wanna be on top
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| I don’t think they know what that means
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| Once you get there you can’t stop
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| Everybody gunning for ya spot
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| Aiming at ya team, I’m up all night, chasing dreams
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| Everything change when you go from seeing it all
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| Big screen to behind the scenes
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| Leading us on like this the life they lead
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| You know the rich and famous
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| Kill theyself to stay rich and famous
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| Very same thing they they built they name with
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| Be the same thing they they be enslaved with
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| So, I don’t want rap you can have that
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| I don’t want the crown yo I’m aiming past that
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| Heading for another throne can’t have that
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| It’s a Kingdom where my Dads at
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| And I’m his son I sing on
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| So death won’t have that last laugh
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| Huh, child of a King, royalty
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| That’s ASCAP
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| They want glory, money, and power before you go
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| I promise you it’s empty we aiming just way too low
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| I know we own things we don’t need to impress people we don’t know
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| Then we go broke trying to look rich
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| I can’t do it, I just won’t
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| My new goal is to be close to the one that made my soul man
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| Them other highs will gon' let you down
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| I’m trying to get so high I’ll Never Land
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| I am Rufio with the ripped jeans
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| Uhh, Kool Moe with the 16's
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| In the studio, Michelangelo with a microphone writing Sistines
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| But these songs ain’t for the chapel
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| Try to build with others, your own attack you
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| Try to be a light and them blowing the match you lit
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| Can’t use a shotgun to catch a fish
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| I’m on using a different tactic
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| Call me a boom-baptist
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| Look at this rap cat with glasses
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| Cooking the track
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| And every time I look at my past
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| I laugh like «Heh», you know where I should have been at?
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| Nowadays I just want to make a classic
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| Trying to set the bar way above the average
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| Then smash that for the glory of God
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| And do rappers like Apple: leave them without Jobs
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| Sitting on the writer’s block
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| Penning everything that happening and out of ever since the album dropped
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| Things changed, get the feeling they won’t stop
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| I don’t want to grow up, Neverland got no clocks
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| But, let me give them bars and no shots
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| To catch em, I got a message about a blessing
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| But it’s written in cursive
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| You gonna face death
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| I know the one to reverse it, listen
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| When I say I get so high
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| I ain’t even talking about sticky no lie
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| The way up is down
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| Stay low to the ground and you close to the clouds
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| When I say I get so high
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| I ain’t even talking about sticky no lie
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| The way up is down
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| Stay low to the ground and you close to the clouds
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| For real, though |