[Intro]
It was way out, though, man, I mean, for real
It was really like way out, you should have been there
Low-flying, winged
[Verse 1]
Dancing numbers
Between the antennas of paint-speckled insects
Plagued by special interests of CEOs
Eat-and-go
Exaggerated ego
You remain unloved due to my polarized biochemistry
I pounce upon a law-abiding commoner
And flaunt a denounced wrong
I prey on the evening
And debase the office building
Sharpened shears flashed before your startled peers
They encapsulated tempest
A waterproof seed
Poured into a nigga's outfit
I map personas off camera
While riding low-flying, winged
Low-flying, winged books
Low-flying, winged books
Low-flying, winged books
Through translucent skin
Through translucent skin
[Bridge]
Look up at that, though, look at it
I looked up, and it was like
It's crazy, it was like
It was like someone had thrown a library at me
It's like
Looks like the sky's on fire
Sky was a blanket [?]
Like a blanket, it's like a shroud over the sky, it's weird
I couldn't see great, they was all just like, sheets of paper and shit, it was crazy
It's crazy, had my name on like every piece of paper, it was way out
[Verse 2]
Breathe soot
Under a precooked smiley-faced sun
From out of the C-section suture
A flock of birds float skyward
As if the laws of physics had no bearing
Nature's tendrils coil around the android limbs
I honor the existential, loyal minion
I confront the simple truth
And dissect every nuance
I climb up a blue flight of stairs
I compare a terrestrial living to a sky city
I fly on these books
[Outro]
Low-flying, winged books
Low-flying, winged books
Low-flying, winged books
Low-flying, winged books
Through translucent skin
Through translucent skin
Through translucent skin
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