Rico Jeezus Paper Planes
It's like late at night I'm burning ganj
Fresh outta work, a working man
A work in progress, I got problems
Gotta overcome my monsters
Never trade away my time
It fades away like ties of mine
In smoke, lit fire with my hands
It's late at night, I'm burning ganj
These girls don't tire of all my nonsense
Victims for my fickle fondness
Lay the pipe then I got plans
So say it right, I'm not your man
But when you're lonely you be wishing I was there
And when I'm lonely I be wishing you was there
We can't prepare
We can't prohibit the pull of our passions
Do the things we imagined
Make up for things we never had
At last it makes sense to grab it
Because I suffered to have it don't get it through magic
So I've been here grindin imagine a maverick
I'm getting dramatic
I'm moving up outta the mitten
You call me for nothing but static
Maybe I'm mad and I give it away
But I don't give a f..ck when I'm feeling this pain
So follow my heart, compensate with my brain
Ain't nothing changed all this shit been the same
As I get more hardened with all of my problems
And coming up with different ways I can solve em
Please pass me the glass and then pour me some blame
And then pardon me while I go make paper planes
HOOK (X2)
I wanna taste a little fame
Before I face my day to die
But someone's always there
To say my dreams are just a waste of time
But I know they won't ever change
Their chains make them afraid to fly
They hoping I go down in flames
While riding paper planes of mine
It's late at night, I'm burnin ganj
With empty pockets, pots and pans
I beat on them my life's , melodic
Plottin on exotic lands
Got paper planes, a pilot, a pen that I push
Hypnotic plans
My paying jobs robotic, f..ck em all
I'll be a rocket man
And disappear in smoke
From the fire I lit with my hands
While the whole world misunderstands me
Late at night I'm burning ganj
I set out for the source of my misery but my life's to blame
I sacrifice my name for the future good
It's the price of fame
Had thoughts of how much time remains
Lines on my face, life;s not a game
And I thought mine would never change
How could I not make paper planes?
More bodies to bury, that's to say more people are dead to me
And now nobody knows my whereabouts or identity
Cuz I'm working without clout in clouds of vapor
And this thing I undertake to gain a life I made up
All by making planes from paper
Burning ganj and riding vapors out this nightmare
Wanna wake up
Lifes a bitch but I'ma grab a paint brush
Get that girl some makeup
HOOK (X2)
I wanna taste a little fame
Before I face my day to die
But someone's always there
To say my dreams are just a waste of time
But I know they won't ever change
Their chains make them afraid to fly
They hoping I go down in flames
While riding paper planes of mine
It's like late at night I leave a life I loathe and wanna stay the night
I love the sight, it looks like me and her are making love tonight
She chews me up and spits me out and that's like what my loves about
And that's like all my blood and sweat on paper planes to raise up out
Got tables turning now I pity you and all your backward burdens
Your absurdity its late at night im puffin ganj is burnin
Burning me and them to ash their names are now just words to me
I'm pouring out this f..ckin glass for those who know me currently
You never knew me ain't no way that you could do that truly
Only fool yourself you keep on thinking that you really knew me
I say your name is just a word I never use the blame is mine
My mind on ways that I could fly but never you
I'm guessing that you know me now and now you never knew me
What's your name again, you have to tell that to me
Every day became a new me
And when I tell you that your name is just a sound
I bet you find out that you never knew me, but you know me now