| I dream what these wings won’t do
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| Cause counting sheep is as easy as 1 2
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| Jumping out the nest to catch some bird food
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| Clutch so intense that the knuckles turn blue
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| I been hooped by wise men
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| Check horizons, read the flight plan
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| Spread the lifespan
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| Sky heights are set, it’s time to climb these steps
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| We only try to get free from the spider’s web
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| Gotta murder all the messing around
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| Carry the burden of work, never setting it down
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| With a spot like now, my shot, my chance
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| Put a plot of land in the pockets of my pants
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| Break loose, raise roof when the kick drops
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| They flew, straight through, no pit stops
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| Lift off with your head in the clouds
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| Or get lost in the rest of the crowd
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| Been here for too long
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| Said it’s time to ride
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| Got to push it on
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| Cause I aim for the sky
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| Times have come and gone
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| Yes, it’s time to ride
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| Early in the morn'
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| Here’s a «able
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| Slash rap notable
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| Slash mic on the still controlling you
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| I’m rarely candid, my view panoramic
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| My eyes wide shut, if not one, I’m holding two
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| I’m packing double, getting up too early
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| I’m actually trouble, kind of acting 7: 30
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| Attracted to this Earth, maybe acting kinda worldly
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| But running on my work that says «Ev I better hurry»
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| I’d rather worry death than being pushed in the line
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| Still a perfect, never late when I fly
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| Epic so this time when I rhyme
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| Not an ounce of death dying, stay late to the sky
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| Late for my prime, something that was shaped by design
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| I been running while the others hurt from racing a line
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| Making it great coincides with making it mine
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| Coincides with the hate that I’m making in signs
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| Let me start from the beginning, I rewind to the top
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| Pitch my heart in every inning like I did with the
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| And it don’t stop, a body in motion stays in motion
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| Coasting in between the wings of this flowing
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| From a chickenwire frame
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| And a house of wax
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| To a rocket exploding into a cloud of bats
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| I been it, doing heat in a '76 Plymouth
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| Sitting a
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| We will be closing in 5 minutes |