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Bat shit, I’m bat shit, my ships crash, my zag zig
I’m all whiplash in that black tint, black ash on my flag pin
I go zip zap, and y’all back spin, y’all spacecrafts call mayday
I like tailspins when they back lit, and cats scrambling for that safe space
he plays defense around dead zones, next up to cold explode
rest up, I go death punch, it rains F’d up UFOs
I throw episodes in all star maps, that get veterans to bring barf bags
it bring hellfire and little party hats, for those parting ways with they tarmac
blast off and get waxed off, these saboteurs are like pack dogs
I might shoo ‘em off and they boomerang, line ‘em up and illuminate
it goes “oooo” and “aaaa”, and you too late, we got a failure to communicate
in my rear view’s a little planet earth, and my calendar is straight doomsdays
fuel up and I steam roll, you better moonwalk when that screen scroll
I feed castaways to these gamma rays and my handshake is all sleeper hold
ease in and get heave-hoed, with no easy mode, and no foul play
bounty hunters get found out, power up or get out-paced

Ease awake at 3 AM, he found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen

Gimme a lost world to locate, get ghost with folk who don’t obey, ok, ok

Time is not being a good friend, smoke is being a good book end
I’m no joke, I only go full send, don’t poke at the pure bred bullhead
dog fights that call for old fight songs, start crossing names off the flight log
might light cigars off the fire ball, we are well past any kind of dialog
warfare, I don’t war fair, I like rocket fuel in my morning air
I like red buttons under iron fists, and my stunt doubles like “I quit”
the kid 360 all side-eye, and pluck wild geese from that twilight
I go hyperspeed, and can’t drive for shit, I just bob and weave when y’all sky dive
lights blink, and my screens glitch, if I lose it all, I ain’t need the shit
I call bombs away, it turn mobs away, you’re all “die alone ”, I’m all “not today
we go eye for eye around pale moons, fighter pilots find Jesus
I don’t tread soft with that special sauce, see you was better off in some mail room
dumb luck and no late pass, I get gussied up and I gate crash
I’m playing laser tag in plain stupid odds, tag my name on they fuselage
out-lier in the main event, I keep downsizing y’alls data set
infiltrators get checkmate, it’s maybe best to just play dead

Ease awake at 3 AM, he found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen

Gimme a lost world to locate, get ghost with folk who don’t obey, ok, ok

Safe and sound out the crash site, life forms that refuse to flatline, that’s right, that’s right

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from Music From The Game Freedom Finger, released April 7, 2020

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