| After all the lights are off, I’m usually ghost
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| But not before I put it up and spit another toast
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| Yeah I see shit I can’t erase embedded in my soul
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| So this for all those motherfuckers that’ve done me wrong, moving on
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| I been all lost in the orbit, searching for slogans embedded inside da' organs
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| Fighting depression, hard
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| And it’s a odd circumstance for a master of illusiaaan
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| Thats usually hiding behind the whiskey jars
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| But it’s finally bout' to bloom
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| I ain’t pulling out too soon
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| Rather hit the earth and bounce my ass right back up to the moon
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| By all of your accounts, I should of ended up like you
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| But my dreams are all I had to seperate me from the few, and im trying to keep
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| my crew together tighter than the noose
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| Maybe build myself a future where my fantasies are true
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| Maaaaan
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| I ain’t ever been on autopilot, okay I’m lyin', maybe I just had to take in the
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| view
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| It’s fly
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| Up higher than we ever been
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| Drift, Drift
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| Wheels up and some medicine
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| Don’t wake me till' I arrive
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| Up higher than we ever been
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| Drift, Drift
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| Wheels up and some medicine
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| Don’t wake me till' I arrive
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| You need a change in views, you need to readjust
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| All of them crazy tunes, to get your needle stuck
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| I’m breaking through the silky skyline, all of the stress on my mind
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| Just floats away, the world is down and I climb
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| I watch the lane get farther away, see my peace bring the things I seen
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| tomorrow today
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| The feelings future
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| It spreads around this higher state of mind is quite super
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| Saw the girl was stupid blinded, oh my bad, did I dillute ya?
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| Damn
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| I see church road, the pavements cracked
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| I burnt the work code, now they won’t pay me back
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| Get me wanting to finally lift off and holler back
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| And drift up over every single dot inside that almanac
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| You comin' with me? |
| That’ll be fine
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| Drop the extra bag that you got off outside of the line
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| This time we’ll need a light body and mind to hit the throttle in time,
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| and drift by while the comets align
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| Sky high
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| Up higher than we ever been
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| Drift, Drift
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| Wheels up and some medicine
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| Don’t wake me till' I arrive
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| Up higher than we ever been
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| Drift, Drift
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| Wheels up and some medicine
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| Don’t wake me till' I arrive |