| Yeah, let’s take flight
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| Let’s go
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| Yeah, me and T back at it
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| Leaving mics broke, playing through the feedback static
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| Write dope for the weed rap addicts
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| Like smoke, girls breathe bad, make their whole team asthmatic
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| (I can’t breathe!)
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| When they see Shad, gasping, dashing
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| Too fly, I swear I should wear a ski mask rapping
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| For them, front row at my knee caps grabbing
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| Uh, now you got me back bragging
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| Like we need that swag--OK, I don’t really like to
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| T’s in the aisle seat, tryna get a Sprite from the flight crew
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| Meanwhile I’m working on my night snooze
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| Red eye, my dudes stepping in flights like some Nike shoes
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| On a different runway, red-dye nice suit
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| Cause T got them necktie-tight loops
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| It’s indecent how I address
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| For the spring season, so fresh
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| Go get it on your iTunes
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| Take flight
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| Every day, every night
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| The glory days, who would have thought forming at Laurier
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| Would correlate to touring in six countries and forty states
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| Early mornings on board after performing late
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| In a foreign place, I’m still feeling the warm embrace
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| Still got more to say, still clever with rhymes
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| Never declining, still getting better with time
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| I would say like wine, but I never been whining
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| Like never mind the weather, I’m shining
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| With the divine when we get in alignment
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| Check the devilish smile, irreverent Reverend, rebellious-minded
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| Saint in the flesh, that’s a blessing disguised
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| I can get it in whenever, I’m forever as diamonds
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| That’s coal under pressure, been a treasure to find
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| This flow, this soul, this heaven inside
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| This poet’s goal is getting you high
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| I’m fly as Seven Wings on another level than sky
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| And that’s how we take flight |