Lyrics

In 20 miles, you have reached your destination
The problems got me cold, yeah, I feel like on a boat
Swimming on a lonely road, on the top, but
I'm fucking up, So many obstacles, it's harder than I thought
It's just like I'm keeping promises, memories from the club
Pay 10, got a dub, in 10 years, what is it worth
We get money, then we happy, brainwashed since our birth
The big ones, they the customers and let the others serve
Like Discord, they wanna mute me, but I fight to get heard
Three,two countdown, I'm nothing but a clown
They laughing at me, but they know nothing bout the G
Dirt is on my jeans and my pocket lots of beans
Paranoia than I scream, it costs a lot for me to win
Spaceship in the sky, we moving fast
200 miles per hour, we moving faster
Speed of light, we moving faster
Fuck bitches in the movies, we need a pastor
Around people, yeah, I feel like I'm the only one, the only one to know that the storm comes
I make them pop the bottles and they asking you, the Bowie one?
Listen to my music, then you tell me, who's the holy one?
Jordan ones a dirty, got the chasing-dream-hurry
In a threesome, I got flirty, shooting threes like I'm curry
Free speech is on the top say the wrong thing
They might pop you, are you helping, are you leaving
I guess it's up to you
To run, we need a shoe
To fly, we need some wings To live, we need some kindness and lots of other things
The reaper rolls the dice, who's gonna die tonight
Go and live your life, get a husband or a wife It's going to end a day, don't stick to it like glue
Thankful for your life, cause the next one might be you
Spaceship in the sky, we moving fast
200 miles per hour, we moving faster
Speed of light, we moving faster
Fuck bitches in the movies, we need a pastor
Spaceship, we moving, we fast, we fast
Fuck bitches in the movies, we faster
Think we need a groupie (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Thankful for your roofie (oh no)
Baby, I'm underground, underground If nobody helping, I guess I will not be around
Two weeks, no reefer, doing pretty well
Then I fell in hell, but I couldn't tell
What's the smell? There's reefer in the wardrobe
Been a long time since I didn't smoke dope
Thought Fight demons with weed, it's a good call
Put 1g in the pape, to forget y'all
Written by: Thomas Lerchegger, Zeno Romano
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