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letra de i need to take off - horseshoe g.a.n.g

[hook: julius luciano]
i need to take off, i need to take off
i can’t find myself, i’m feelin’ way lost
i need to take off, i need to take off
one hit, or sip and you can take off
the sky is where i belong, yea
the sky is my only home, yea
maybe one day i’ll come down
until then, you can find me among the clouds

[verse 1: julius luciano]
i feel like alcohol’s my only vice
i tell myself that i should quit, but i won’t take my own advice
steady tryin’ to get a grip like i hold a vice
sayin’ f-ck hangovers like a man with an overbite
but i need to take off, yeah i’m on a flight
seat 151, now buckle up, hold on tight
i’m in the sky and i’m overlookin’ darkness
cuz naysayers said i wouldn’t see the top over night
sometimes i wanna go on strike and i don’t wanna write
but i could never put down all the pens, i never bowled a strike
feels like i sold my soul to jack daniels with strings attached
now my soul’s a kite, meanin’ liquor control my flight
the future i know is bright cuz after sat-rdays comes sundays and weekdays i got the strongest sight
but i can’t still pay attention, it’s overpriced
so i’m on this night train in the clouds, i’m goin’ to height

[hook: julius luciano]

[verse 2: sauce tha boss]
i roll in my whip, speedin’ tryin’ to get far
i smoke in my whip, that’s why i got a sick car
it’s like i spell the word “more” with only m-r
i need o.e., yeah i sip hard
i need a drink of [?] on my fifth bar
it’s midnight, i’m already at my fifth bar
i’m fightin’ life, me and this b-tch spar
i need a spliff, i’m feelin’ hype, man, call me spliff star
speakin’ of stars, that’s my destination
i chief like that indian in the sky, i got reservations
i take off with no hesitation
i’m a cold n-gga when i’m in the sky, that’s weather changin’
i stay high but no dope fiend
picture motorcycles and kickstands, i’m on lean
just need a cup to put bacardi in
just need a blunt to put my marley in like i’m rastafarian

[verse 3: big pho]
i got my blunt rolled and i already took a puff
i’m chillin’ in the back of the plane, no rosa parks
put down the shade, turn off the lights, let’s get it dark
a fl!ck of the bic, that’s it, and i’mma blow the spark
gimme my henny so i can go and get it my mood
a few shots and i reach my cruisin’ alt-tude
i’m not red cafe but i’m above the clouds
so high that when i exhale the smoke goes down
i inhale smoke, breathe fire, spit lava
i p-ss acid, sh-t lightnin’, who’s hotter?
you got a problem, i got somethin’ to solve it
it come in a full clip, i even got a revolver
you gettin’ on my nerves, now get ready to take off
right cross, takin’ your whole face off
let me be, thought i told y’all from the beginning
you rub me the wrong way, can i atleast get a happy ending?

[hook: julius luciano]

- horseshoe g a n g

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