The Golden Ticket

Golden ticket know it's time to get high
High
Golden
Golden
Time to get high
Time to get high
High
Time to get high
Golden
I'm in disbelief, bedside by the word of my dreams
What a obscure figure behind my eyelids I sleep
In my paralysis, chalice to palaces
I'm a king but my queen needs the ties to kiss
My golden ticket stood exquisite
Tadiwa Nashe Zimbabwe's, no tolls to visit
But I visit anyway uh
Feet up we locked parlayed
See what the fruit would do with age
Age
Age

Golden ticket know it's time to get up up
Golden ticket know it's time to be loved, love
Golden ticket exquisite, you know we living, we did it
You know the love fall free anyway
Know the love fall free anyway
Hey, hey, hey

Planted the seeds I see us blooming
Aligned with the sky I see us zooming
Sprouted from agape I see the energy
Of you and your kin have a blind kindness I'm not a kin to, it was
Atlanta a slama then back to Savannah
With Nana and jamming in a home that hones a family tone I've never known
Was told my heart would be a burden to carry but like a G I showed you my cards you wasn't scary
They were unaware that in territory
These roots are deep
And the fruit is falling

I need to get out of here, I'm stuck in the cerebellum
Emotions running dry and that I never tell them
Somebody call and dial the cupid hotline so he can strike me with a dart that'll abandon All my love from the start
And I refrain from blaming Angela
Yeah that's my mother and we speak in colors
The distant dial tone where we greet each other
Carolinas, Lonnie had aligned us
The day I lost my maidenhood, maybe it was Alana
I never thought the love of a women could stain as a problem
I never called the day I would've I should've wore a condom
But that's the things you know once your taught
Nevertheless need I say more
Here comes the spook by the door
You know what day it is, huh
You know what day it is
You know cause I know, huh
You know cause I know

The fruit is falling
Everybody eats
The fruit is falling
Everybody eats
The fruit is falling
Everybody eats
The fruit is fall
It's no time filled in my hour glass so what did time heal in the hour past
It's a quarter past feel for nothing I got to find what it feels like loving
It's no time filled in my hour glass so what did time heal in the hour past
It's a quarter past feel for nothing I got to find what it feels like loving