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(In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm psycho) (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm...) Doesn't really matter where I go In the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro People think I'm psycho I go, in the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro (Spit fire, pyro) (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm psycho) I think they're right tho But what do I know I'm insane, with intervals of sanity like Poe F*ck all the vanity Embrace the insanity I'm sticking roots I'm spreading my canopy Dude you don't want me as an enemy Keep your mouth shut and watch your profanity I know, I'm fat like a manatee My flow keeps defying gravity Up in the smoke it goes, my clarity When I step on the mic, call it calamity Yeah man, I know When under the spotlight I run thy show Call the murder team like in hawai five-o 'Cause I'm taking aim at you Soon you'll die, bro Man, I told you so You wanna come at me, and it goes to show Say what you want to my face, we're toe to toe Got the street smarts, I'm clever like in M.I.T You should call me santa boss, yo yo yo Look inside, I get perspective on The things that you keep blessing on I know you either blabber or Do you just lack the lexicon I feel I'm stuck inside a hexagon One turn away from the pentagon No I don't want a lecture or nothing Just want a fresh cigar A glass of scotch and to be dwelling on (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm) From day one I've been hiding from the sun Hanging out in the shadows 'Til the day I'm done I guess I like to fantasize My thoughts I randomize Don't know what's true, what is not Try this one for size I want to be the greatest But I don't put in the work What is it that I am hoping for People shouting my name from the rooftop They just want artists to pop People want the latest newest music video you drop I don't care I just keep living my reality, illusion Keep low over the radar I am lost in the confusion In my mind I find the peace To make me reach my own conclusions Nihilist, don't have a G.O.D. Guidance outta delusion (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm) G.O.D. it doesn't matter how you see it Guide myself on an illusion Listen to me I'll reveal it If you listen close enough You'll find a pattern in between If you have faith in human luck You're in the shit, I guarantee it Like I said, no matter how you see it If I keep it in my head Don't have to deal with other people In time they will want me dead My brain doesn't tolerate to know the truth Dismantling me from the root But soon enough the light will shed (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm psycho) (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm...) (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm psycho) (In the sky I fly low) (Spit fire, pyro) (People think I'm...) Doesn't really matter where I go In the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro People think I'm psycho I go In the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro (Spit fire, py...) Doesn't really matter where I go In the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro People think I'm psycho I go In the sky I fly low Spit fire, pyro (Spit fire, pyro)