| I’m bout to jump up out the plane with no parachute
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| I told my wife no time for breakfast, girl, cause I got the juice
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| I’m steppin' right up out this bitch no time for lacing my shoes
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| I said «I'm bout to take a flight past the moon»
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| This boy can fly if you don’t know
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| I can move too quick for the photos
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| Spread my wings
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| Fly where they can’t go
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| Bout to free myself from the pharaoh
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| In sky like
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| The moon during twilight
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| I’m feeling really high right?
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| But in hindsight
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| Everything that I write
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| Is from the other side
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| I’m a bird that’s fresh out the cage
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| Can’t telescope me
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| I’m out of range
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| Intergalactic
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| I’m outer-space
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| Dead to the world
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| But climbed out the grave
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| Dealing with feelings of living afraid
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| Will place you a ceiling where you can’t escape
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| We are all made in the image of one without limits
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| So everyone put on your capes
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| I wanna tell you something 'bout the people you know
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| Ask 'em what are they living for
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| You got to know everything that glitters ain’t gold
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| I hope you are enjoying the show
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| Well c’mon
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| Baby I’m not gon' live another night
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| Unless I spread my wings and take flight
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| To the other side
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| Sometimes I don’t see sunlight
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| Sometimes I don’t see sleep
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| Sometimes it mess with my love life
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| Sometimes a nigga don’t eat
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| Most times things don’t go right
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| Gotta detour that dream
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| Whole up'!
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| «Fuck that shit get back to the script like you’re illustrated by Stan Lee!»
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| If you’re passionate tell the universe nothing rattles your dream
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| You’re the master so break the shackles cause people got to be free
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| Although some may laugh at it
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| It’s no accident
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| You can walk on the sea
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| Even build a pyramid or another wonder for people to see
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| In a life heavy as the ocean
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| It can drown your emotion dealing with the motion
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| I’m tellin you that you are really chosen
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| I’m hoping you are really open to dealing with the notion
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| Row that boat in the lowest of tide
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| Get a surfboard when the waves get high
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| You got gifts that’ll help you rise
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| Spread yo wings
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| Touch that sky |