Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jettison, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Future Vintage Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.04.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Jettison |
Future Vintage |
From the Future |
From the Future |
From the Future |
Are you from the Future? |
From the Future |
Live from my DeLorean, time to hit the road again |
Feeling like an unintentional historian |
Questioning my motives and my family’s own origins |
About to find another son who’s gravity I’ll orbit in |
Personnel changes opportunity’s keep pouring in |
Walking like I’m Carradine, don’t know when the show will end |
Hundred miles n' running, singing nothing but the chorus’s |
Fortunate we never lost sites of our coordinates |
Nobody ever told me there’d be times like these |
Seen idles turn to punchlines, for comic relief |
While nothing seems sacred, we still pray on our knees |
N' throw down with recycling by the time you agree, you see |
If by chance I get to dance amongst' the greats again |
I hope to burst an artery before the song ends |
These paparazzi better have themselves a longer lens |
My comfort zone is getting smaller need a taller fence |
Lost in the moment, since before you started scrolling |
Fighting my own opponents while I’m poisoning the rodents |
If I point at the stars, then I’m probably tryna' phone in |
Just tell me what direction that your going in |
See I’ma leader, in a cage with the slaves |
Being trained, doing shit I dreamt' about as a kid |
In a haze, I admit that looking backs getting more pain these days |
So I keep my eye pointed towards the sky’s grave |
And I could die today, so I should mention |
That I’ve been steady repping, with or without a pendant |
With or without acceptance, good tidings or their blessings |
That same burn inside the eyes of very question I’ve been guessing |
Since I was a lil' freshmen, tryin' to skip the lessons |
Finger fucking flesh, n' learning how to know the yes men |
I’m sorry ya’ll, but my polite side’s gone hiatus |
Sippin' Mai Tai’s, with bane in a time that’s beyond heinous, shit |
You wanna be famous? |
No you don’t, you wanna free ride! |
You ain’t got the soul it takes to finally stake a claim in sea side |
Bleed sweat, we cried, times ain’t, sweet my |
Life is like a b-line, whole outlook is deep fried |
This verse is for the hip hop kiddy that I used to be |
That thought he’d change the world with good intentions, what a fool of me! |
It’s all the same, but I’m still tryna' act as if its new to me |
N' keep these people here when they’d prefer to hang their boots and leave |
Exit strategy’s n' bag battery’s |
Success is in my future, when it comes just don’t be mad at me |
I got tomorrow on the brain before today |
N' when the sun sets is when the futurists come out to play |
This, is, new lines, time to shine |
Cosmos quid, at the finish line |
Got a band to feed, been planting seeds |
I’ma raise my nine, no killing time |
Jettison, Jettison |
These words here be the medicine |
Jettison, Jettison |
The future is now please let us in |