Come, I’ll take you out to the shore
We’ll watch as the seagulls soar
Able to access land that man never has seen before
While I’m stranded on this planet
My feet are planted like canvas
Can’t transit through the Atlantic cause of damaged cards I’ve been handed
And it seems that fate brings my queen wonderful wings
So I’m serene trying to make our life into movie scene
And I’m sticking to my role
Air trafficking control
Hoping to see the day you don’t don’t have to strip on them poles
You shouldn’t get out your clothes
As a means of getting by
You should get with a guy that can take you to different highs
Stomach the pain, condition your mind, feds giving time
Digest the game then bring the baton to the finish line
Cause there are riches waiting for you, the obstacle is the sky
I really would like to show you, damn I wish I could fly
But I caint, so swallow your way to change and board this plane
Return with that for which you came or in the streets you’ll remain