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Future Vintage From the Future From the Future From the Future Are you from the Future? From the Future Live from my DeLorean, time to hit the road again Feeling like an unintentional historian Questioning my motives and my family's own origins About to find another son who's gravity I'll orbit in Personal changes opportunity's keep pouring in Walking like I'm Carradine, don't know when the show will end Hundred miles n' running, singing nothing but the chorus's Fortunate we never lost sites of our coordinates Nobody ever told me there'd be times like these Seen idles turn to punchlines, for comic relief While nothing seems sacred, we still pray on our knees N' throw down with recycling by the time you agree, you see If by chance I get to dance amongst' the greats again I hope to burst an artery before the song ends These paparazzi better have themselves a longer lens My comfort zone is getting smaller need a taller fence Lost in the moment, since before you started scrolling Fighting my own opponents while I'm poisoning the rodents If I point at the stars, then I'm probably tryna' phone in SongtexteJust tell me what direction that your going in See I'ma leader, in a cage with the slaves Being trained, doing shit I dreamt' about as a kid In a haze, I admit that looking backs getting more pain these days So I keep my eye pointed towards the sky's grave And I could die today, so I should mention That I've been steady repping, with or without a pendant With or without acceptance, good tidings or their blessings That same burn inside the eyes of very question I've been guessing Since I was a lil' freshmen, tryin' to skip the lessons Finger fucking flesh, n' learning how to know the yes men I'm sorry ya'll, but my polite side's gone hiatus Sippin' Mai Tai's, with bane in a time that's beyond heinous, shit You wanna be famous? No you don't, you wanna free ride! You ain't got the soul it takes to finally stake a claim in sea side Bleed sweat, we cried, times ain't, sweet my Life is like a b-line, whole outlook is deep fried This verse is for the hip hop kiddy that I used to be That thought he'd change the world with good intentions, what a fool of me! It's all the same, but I'm still tryna' act as if its new to me N' keep these people here when they'd prefer to hang their boots and leave Exit strategy's n' bag battery's Success is in my future, when it comes just don't be mad at me I got tomorrow on the brain before today N' when the sun sets is when the futurists come out to play This, is, new lines, time to shine Cosmos quid, at the finish line Got a band to feed, been planting seeds I'ma raise my nine, no killing time Jettison, Jettison These words here be the medicine Jettison, Jettison The future is now please let us in Aus Songtexte Mania