Sid Roams - Late For The Sky lyrics

[Intro: Evidence] [Hook] Been here for too long, said it's time to ride Got to push it on, cause I'm Been here for too long, yes it's time to fly Got to get along, cause I'm late for the sky Been here for too long, got to uh Cause I'm late for the sky [Verse 1: Slug] I dream what these wings won't do Cause counting sheep is easy as 1, 2 Jumping out the nest to catch some bird food Clutched so tense that the knuckles turned blue I been hooped to wise men, check horizons Read the flight plan, spread the lifespan Sky heights are set, it's time to climb these steps We only tryna get free from the spider's web Gotta murder all the messing around Carry the burden of work, never setting it down With a spotlight now, my shot, my chance Put a plot of land in the pockets of my pants Break loose, raise roof when the kick drops They flew straight through, no pit stops Lift off with your head in the clouds Or get lost in the rest of the crowd [Hook] [Verse 2: Evidence] Here's a quotable, slash rap notable Slash Mike gone but Janet still controllin' you I'm rarely candid, my view panoramic My eyes wide shut, if not one, a hole-in-two I'm packing double, getting up too early I'm actually trouble, kinda acting 7:30 (Out of my mind) Attracted to this Earth, maybe acting kinda worldly But running on my work that says Ev I better hurry I'd rather worry debt than being pushed through the line Still a perfect record jet, never late when I fly Moving hectic, testing patience of this time when I rhyme Not an out to d**h trying, saying late for the sky Late for my prime, but something that was shaped by design I been running while the others burnt from racing the line Makin' it great coincides with makin' it mine Coincides with the hate that I'm makin' it signs Let me start from the beginning, I'm rewinding the clock Pitch my heart in every inning like I did with the knock And it don't stop, a body in motion stays in motion Coach seat between the wings of this Boeing [Hook] [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] From a chicken wire frame and a house of wax To a rocket exploding into a cloud of bats I been it, dog meat in the '76 Plymouth Sittin' b**h, antenna divining for live witches Have you buried a corpse, can you suture a wound Do you get a fuzzy feeling when the beautiful lose Like a behooving of a crew to snap Buddha, enthuse greatly Prove a definitive crucible of mood-making Four wolves find me to speak as an eye-witness We will be closing in five minutes, find spinach Not a pleasantry but stirring only enemies of mercy A plebeian centipede's unearthing something dirty Same nature later snap on his shoes Maybe they ratty cause they actually a hat for his roots That anchor every perfect pivot to the city's nervous system Til I make the following preferred decision, listen [Hook]