Off the Grid (Extended Cut)

Yeah! F*ck it! Suck it! Suck it up! I got a ticket to fly Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye I got a ticket to fly Eject myself from the endless replies Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye Ready for launch, faux imitators ain’t able to match You hitting the gym, you trimming the fat I’m stuffing my face with another croissant I know what you want, I know what you need Been stuck in the weeds like you’re mowing the lawn Just give me industrial 7’s and 8’s And I ride on the beat like a fucking savant So tell me (Why) is it that you’ve been out of touch (Are) you just counting your days? Cause I know that (We) are gestalt when we’re gathered together right (Here) at the summit and never gon plummet Or dumb it down, damn it, gotta dumb it down Just a little bit, fiddle with some tricks Intercontinental conversations on the daily Alien is not a word in my vocabulary No sanitary fluff I’m already woke, thank you very much I don’t shoot in the first three quarters I rather come through in the clutch No flubbing, figures in politics just been rubbing Us the wrong way, nothing of it Hypocrites claim to be cooking, I love it Roast turkey, dutch oven I got a ticket to fly Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye I got a ticket to fly Eject myself from the endless replies Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye You want to get off of the grid Cell phone on lock Ain’t talking to no one Alone in my spot We’ve always been taught to just (Suck it up) You want to get off of the map? (Yeah) Key in ignition and f*ck it Energy bottled up, we’re an anonymous kind Curious kids, toppling off of the grid I got a ticket to fly Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye I got a ticket to fly Eject myself from the endless replies Without saying goodbye Without saying goodbye You want to get off of the grid Cell phone on lock Ain’t talking to no one Alone in my spot We’ve always been taught to (Suck it up) You want to get off of the map? (Yeah) Key in ignition and f*ck it Energy bottled up, we’re an anonymous kind Curious kids, toppling off of the grid