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Mike Shinoda

Lift Off

 

Lift Off

(альбом: Post Traumatic - 2018)


(I'm off of the Earth, on a ride, alone)
Yeah

Lift off like Virgin Galactic
My Richard's too Branson to fuck with you bastards
Very legendary that's some matter-of-fact shit
You're the opposite of stars, like rats spelled backwards
I flow poems out to Saturn and past it
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip
Satellite tracking can't map up my tactics
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with
No, it's not what I want but it had to be
I spent 6 months just recharging my battery
Imagine me quitting, what a travesty that'd be
You space shuttle Challengers are nothing but tragedies
So take care on the path that you're headed
I'm the father to your style, don't' you ever forget it
I don't drop mics, only let it smoke where I set it
And I don't play, even when they press it, get it?

I'm off of the Earth, on a ride, alone
I'm drifting away, out of time, afloat
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day
I'm off of the Earth, on a ride, alone

Please brace for impact
I must've went to space and got sent back
But I'm still intact
In fact, take a picture of me
You can see that I'm a star with your lens cracked
Supernova, in Caesar's Palace stunting on my opponents
'Cause history'll show, we done been to war like Romans
Did that dance with the devil, hell hot as a kettle
So it's no wonder why I put this ice on all of my metal
And wear that shit like a medal
Use to think I was a joker, no Jared Leto
When I said I'd get us out the ghetto
Slam my foot on the pedal
Book the studio when I couldn't afford instrumentals
Fuck it, record a cappella
Flying coach dreaming Coachella until they banned me
Now they like Bambi's mother, dead, I'm on to these Grammys
I'm rolling these grams gladly, purple and green like Daphne
Shades on like Velma, hair long like Shaggy
Crushing addys in my water, got my voice raspy
Haven't slept since California and that shit was last week
Paranoid when I sleep, but when I'm high, I'm happy
That's why I need to kiss the sky when I get stuck in the valley
Lift off

I'm off of the Earth, on a ride, alone
I'm drifting away, out of time, afloat
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day
I'm off of the Earth, on a ride, alone

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