Stargazing
Fade away
Yeah yeah yeah
Don't you fade away
Feeling kinda lost like
Oh boy yah
Fade away
Turn the night to day
While I lay awake
I need to meditate
I Travel round the world
Just to get a break
Flex these diamonds
Ooh I'm feeling these
I let it resonate
A fabric of humility when
Stepping in my residence
I only wanted luxury
And maybe more dead presidents
A rolly for my hesitance
Working with some pleasure
But I know to keep them separate
I'm weighing while I'm measuring
Resolve
Until i get results
I'm all about my paper
That's why I save these notes
Maybe I should get a coach
More than she would need that coat
While I'm up inside of Lenox with the folks
Maybe I should check my pulse
I'm looking like I'm seeing ghosts
Leaving when I'm feeling sold
Ice up on my wrist
It ain't special
Just a common cold
Picture what I'm missing
On my level
This my episode,
My story coming to full vision I guess
I should let them know
Yeah
Buts it's hard to know
When
You've been feeling low
And
The time it moves so slow
I grow
With each moment that passes me by
And I keep asking em why
You do or you die
I
I been
Staring too long at the stars
I'm feeling worlds apart
From what I been searching for
I need to find the open door
I play my part till the night run away
Confused at the start but I'll be okay
I needed some time alone
When I'm the sober one
Until it's over
Until it's over
Until it's over
Until it's over
I ain't sober no
Imma put my heart in it
Till it's over
Swapped out my pencil
For the fang of a cobra
Set aside a sack or two
I'm waiting for October
I could really start dressing
When the weather get colder
Island made of stone
I throw hella bones
Jackets, basics
Patchwork understated
Prefer when my shit is subtle
Guess that's wishful thinking
When I'm preceding a puddle
I try to limit the drip
But I got my stylist befuddled
So
I live to flow like the venom
From what I'm writing with
Cuffing up the denims
From what I'm pushing the spider with
I don't let em touch
Like picky eaters
Bro put a deuce on a liter
The Faygo like Derek Jeter
In booth in a pair of beaters
My soul quick to combustion
If given the right production
Flavor concentrated
Like balsamic reduction
When given less than a minute
To string together my sentences
Simmering to the brim
I'm him
Yeah yeah yeah
Don't you fade away
Feeling kinda lost like
Oh boy yah
Fade away
Turn the night to day
While I lay awake
I need to meditate
I Travel round the world
Just to get a break
Flex these diamonds
Ooh I'm feeling these
I let it resonate
A fabric of humility when
Stepping in my residence
I only wanted luxury
And maybe more dead presidents
A rolly for my hesitance
Working with some pleasure
But I know to keep them separate
I'm weighing while I'm measuring
Resolve
Until i get results
I'm all about my paper
That's why I save these notes
Maybe I should get a coach
More than she would need that coat
While I'm up inside of Lenox with the folks
Maybe I should check my pulse
I'm looking like I'm seeing ghosts
Leaving when I'm feeling sold
Ice up on my wrist
It ain't special
Just a common cold
Picture what I'm missing
On my level
This my episode,
My story coming to full vision I guess
I should let them know
Yeah
Buts it's hard to know
When
You've been feeling low
And
The time it moves so slow
I grow
With each moment that passes me by
And I keep asking em why
You do or you die
I
I been
Staring too long at the stars
I'm feeling worlds apart
From what I been searching for
I need to find the open door
I play my part till the night run away
Confused at the start but I'll be okay
I needed some time alone
When I'm the sober one
Until it's over
Until it's over
Until it's over
Until it's over
I ain't sober no
Imma put my heart in it
Till it's over
Swapped out my pencil
For the fang of a cobra
Set aside a sack or two
I'm waiting for October
I could really start dressing
When the weather get colder
Island made of stone
I throw hella bones
Jackets, basics
Patchwork understated
Prefer when my shit is subtle
Guess that's wishful thinking
When I'm preceding a puddle
I try to limit the drip
But I got my stylist befuddled
So
I live to flow like the venom
From what I'm writing with
Cuffing up the denims
From what I'm pushing the spider with
I don't let em touch
Like picky eaters
Bro put a deuce on a liter
The Faygo like Derek Jeter
In booth in a pair of beaters
My soul quick to combustion
If given the right production
Flavor concentrated
Like balsamic reduction
When given less than a minute
To string together my sentences
Simmering to the brim
I'm him
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Glover, Jean-luc Belanger
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