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I Got Lifted
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May 2010
What goes up falls back down, thanks to that silly gravity,
push down and breathe in, do not breath in the liquid wall,
I am sitting on the clouds, there is mist dripping from my feet,
I can play poker with the stars, rooftops and families at my feet.
I am playing touch football, by bud dip in seton park,
like dirt on the court, you are right beneath my tims,
got so sent, that I feel like laying down in the dutch,
roll me up and spark me, I feel like flying.
Swimming laps drowning, got Bacardi wading in my pool,
jumping onto my bed, landing on soft kush,
I may claim the top, but I will build and climb on,
if i should fall down again, the ground will just turn to jello shots.
I can converse with the universe, host beer pong on venus,
I'm constantly held captive, behind purple sour bars,
I have just boarded a plane, with no captain or crew,
one two let him come for you,
three four I unlock my door,
five six start chanting six six six,
seven eight go straight to hate,
nine ten never live again.
