(Yah-hah)
I flew the car off the edge of this cliff,
The edge of this bridge is ripped by the pledge of this kiss,
Blessed by this miss so I drift away in the music,
I grab it and use it before I happen to lose it,
I'm attracted with true gifts distracted by movement,
Useless, I'll prove it just turn up the mic quick,
And I might spit right quick at the end of my night shift,
At the end of my daybreak my fake traits beginning to take shape,
I hate great I'm legendary its oh so scary so fake wait,
What is it I'm saying what am I speaking,
these dragons I'm slaying these eagles I'm leaving,
It happens just maybe with these people I'm seeing,
I'm speaking such words of encouragement,
Worshipin the nourishment I'm workin with,
My purpose is worthless I say that it's worth the risk,
Running through the working fence even though my shirt is ripped,
I'm flying far from both my wishes and my dreams,
Flying from her kisses and her things,
But I left my wishlist back home I've already packed the flyin car,
So with fingers crossed I'm wishin side by side with a flying star,
(Yah-hah)
I'm workin in hell stuck in a cell with the worst of them,
Burnt my skin just sittin on the sun,
Shifted on the one that was written on my tongue,
Clip is in the gun but my aim is off it seems,
Trapped in the bottom scream like 'get off of me',
Possibly, I'm awfully creative,
No structure or cuss words but with bombing schemes to play with,
With addictive flows rippin and cripplin those wicked foes,
Twisted misfit critic shows,
with the sickness (woah)I'm gifted though pause it for the simple pros,
I'll just sit back and wait for them to catch up,
I'll save everyone on TR but shootin the rest up,
Wait that was a mess up forget it thats my bad,
I live with my eyes closed tryin to forget about my past,
3 lines above tree lines have felt all of my wrath,
It's my path but I can't run it alone,
Wish my family was here but I'm runnin from home,
And I've been runnin for days,
Accomplished nothing this way I don't have one thing to say,
I'm flying far from both my wishes and my dreams,
Flying from her kisses and her things,
But I left my wishlist back home I've already packed the flyin car,
So with fingers crossed I'm wishin side by side with a flying star,
(Fa-Q)
My flying cars, are redundant like dying scars,
Like Midas' golden hands buying bars,
Or like if Venus lost her temper, and started fighting mars,
My flying cars are like a swarm of bees,
When people go to hell, do the have warm knees,
I ask for a world without form please,
I live Genesis one zero,
There I'm treated like a god, like a suicidals, and a guns their hero,
A bullet there a escape, the barrel their clear portal,
Only proving, they're just a mere mortal,
So when do flying cars, meet dying
stars,
Space is infinite like the blue ocean,
Never stopping, like smooth motion,
Flying like space ships,
Flying like a coin flips, but my face slips,
The blood from nose, helps my tongue taste lips,
And I land face down, I taste ground,
For once I would like light, to chase sound,
I'm flying far from both my wishes and my dreams,
Flying from her kisses and her things,
But I left my wishlist back home I've already packed the flyin car,
So with fingers crossed I'm wishin side by side with a flying star,