Lyrics Altitude - Jonwayne
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                is 
                                                immature 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                hands,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                stand 
                                                upon 
                                                his 
                                                land, 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                stand 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                cloud
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                never 
                                                understand 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                man 
                                                crying
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                laugh, 
                                                when 
                                                I'll 
                                                die 
                                                I'm 
                                                gonna 
                                                sit 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                casket
 
                                    
                                
                                                Held 
                                                my 
                                                family 
                                                like 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time 
                                                I'll 
                                                have 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                trying 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                this 
                                                gratitude 
                                                for 
                                                granted,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                    a 
                                                heart 
                                                that 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                harder 
                                                than 
                                                some 
                                                granite.
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                graph 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                this 
                                                hand 
                                                is 
                                                getting 
                                                drastic, 
                                                crafted
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                bad 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                over 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                magic
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                blood 
                                                is 
                                                lavender.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                romantic.
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                hopeless 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                am, 
                                                love 
                                                paralyzed 
                                                .
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strained 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                quick 
                                                sandy 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                place 
                                                to 
                                                camping,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                homie 
                                                smoking 
                                                weed 
                                                beside 
                                                    a 
                                                fireplace,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Decide 
                                                to 
                                                lock 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                cabin, 
                                                    I 
                                                guess.
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                get
 
                                    
                                
                                                For?? 
                                                your 
                                                neck. 
                                                I'm 
                                                high 
                                                struggle??
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                follow 
                                                next, 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                believe 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                seize 
                                                'em 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                breezes 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                coast 
                                                touch 
                                                    a 
                                                boat
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                thirty 
                                                thousands 
                                                in 
                                                coach
 
                                    
                                
                                                Little 
                                                Nemo 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                clock 
                                                strikes 
                                                12 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                bed 
                                                post.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flying 
                                                cigarettes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                when 
                                                my 
                                                memory 
                                                they 
                                                press 
                                                the 
                                                wax 
                                                to 
                                                12 
                                                inch 
                                                so 
                                                they 
                                                could 
                                                drop 
                                                in.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                ironic, 
                                                like 
                                                my 
                                                generation 
                                                representing 
                                                city 
                                                populace.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                the 
                                                roof 
                                                upon 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                    I 
                                                stay 
                                                on 
                                                top 
                                                of 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                forty 
                                                thousands 
                                                leagues 
                                                above 
                                                under-stuffed 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sarcophagus.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coffin?? 
                                                articles 
                                                under 
                                                waterfalls 
                                                prisons 
                                                caught 
                                                my 
                                                eye, 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                love 
                                                at 
                                                first 
                                                optical,?? 
                                                to 
                                                life, 
                                                these 
                                                people 
                                                would 
                                                die 
                                                for 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                ahead 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                these 
                                                bitches, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                skyfall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharper 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                sliver 
                                                of 
                                                light 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                cut 
                                                into 
                                                my 
                                                skin, 
                                                them 
                                                faces 
                                                on 
                                                the??
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                swear 
                                                to 
                                                God 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                my 
                                                dead 
                                                friends 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sand 
                                                doom 
                                                faces 
                                                they 
                                                blew 
                                                away 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                They 
                                                had 
                                                to.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                called 
                                                to 
                                                never 
                                                giving 
                                                up 
                                                when 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                pieces 
                                                in 
                                                background 
                                                are 
                                                crumbling 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dust,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                clock 
                                                is 
                                                mumbling 
                                                once 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                Earth's 
                                                blood 
                                                boils 
                                                up 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                crust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                called 
                                                to 
                                                never 
                                                giving 
                                                up 
                                                when 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                pieces 
                                                in 
                                                background 
                                                are 
                                                crumbling 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dust,
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                clock 
                                                is 
                                                mumbling 
                                                once 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                Earth's 
                                                blood 
                                                boils 
                                                up 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                crust.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                losing 
                                                altitude, 
                                                you're 
                                                losing 
                                                trust 
                                                because 
                                                they 
                                                count 
                                                on 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wants 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                alpha 
                                                dude.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Gross
2 Raw Shit
3 Bukowski
4 Cool Runnings
5 Passing Fancies
6 Ode To Mortality
7 Altitude
8 Blaq Prussian
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