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road maps - thousand times lyrics

t minus 25 seconds
20 seconds and counting
t*minus 15 seconds guidance is internal, 12,11 10,9,ignition sequence start,6,5,4,3,2,1,0
all engines running lift off we have lift off

throwback

it was the summer of the year 89 oh my gosh how the sun did shine
we steady blazing, we got most chele we so amazing we so amazing

hands up for the one time, one*time i went hard till the sunrise
and sometimes i dream about all the fun times
on the road doing shows where we at no onе knows*its secret
on a route, so scеnic might die on this road boy i mean it i swear that i seen it
release all your demons, shallow thoughts make me seasick

i’m lost in my mind i can’t go back (go back)
what i really need is a roadmap (roadmap)
nx to show me where all the goals at (goal)
gps to show me where all the ho’s at
they saying i’m crazy and i know that
gassed up duck down for the blowback
you couldn’t picture the vision with a kodak
melanin making moves well that’s all black (come on)

let’s make a toast
my convo got me going coast to coast and i don’t mean to boast
i’m steady sailing like my brain is saying that i’m on a boat yea i know it’s dope
slaving to the waves till i’m in the grave i’ma stay afloat
don’t need any of your praise, until i’m in the grave i’ma be the goat
early morning frequencies on the airwaves
first class was home ect now its first class on the airways
flying high check the hang time, smooth sailing like i hang*glide
we crossfade to another place i’m here and there at the same time (gone)

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, you be changing lanes like oh my gosh
oh my gosh, oh my gosh, you’ve been making waves like oh my gosh

throwback

it was the summer of the year 89 oh my gosh how the sun did shine
we steady blazing, we got most chele we so amazing we so amazing

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, you be changing lanes like oh my gosh
oh my gosh, oh my gosh, you’ve been making waves like oh my gosh

i come from a long line of wordsmiths, wizards of verbage
magic with the sanscrit, no witchcraft with the tools i use to craft words with
it’s godsent
blessings with pen and pad, heaven in my hands’ lines* in my head
these stanzas and bars look more like roadmaps*to freedom
when my imagination is relinquished
unshackled from the prison societies stereotypes hold me in
then my hands remember how to hold wind
my mouth remembers the flavor of fire
my dreams roadmap me back to beautiful
when the world knew that you better understand this
i’m crafted for something uniquely gifted
i come from a long line of wordsmiths
we hold the roadmaps in our mental scrolls and scripts
close your eyes so you can better understand this
can you see it? where the truth, where your freedom lives

- thousand times lyrics

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