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I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone | |||
Yeah! | |||
Liftoff like Virgin Galactic | |||
My Richard’s too Branson to fuck with you bastards | |||
Very legendary that’s some matter of fact shit | |||
You're the opposite of stars like rats spelled backwards | |||
I flow poems out to Saturn and past it | |||
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip | |||
Satellite tracking can’t map up my tactics | |||
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with | |||
No, it’s not what I want but it had to be | |||
I spent six months just rechargin' my battery | |||
Imagine me quittin' what a travesty that’d be | |||
You space shuttle challengers are nothin' but tragedies | |||
So take care on the path that you’re headed | |||
I'm the father to your star, don’t you ever forget it | |||
I don’t drop mikes, only let it smoke where I said it | |||
And I don’t play, even when they press it, get it? | |||
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone | |||
I'm driftin' away, out of time, I flow | |||
Away from the truth, away from the night | |||
Away from the day | |||
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone | |||
Please brace for impact | |||
Must have went to space, and got sent back | |||
But I’m still intact, in fact | |||
Take a picture of me, you could see that I’m a star with your lens cracked, supernova | |||
It’s Caesar’s Palace startin' on my opponents' ‘cause history will show | |||
We done been to war like Romans | |||
Did that dance with the devil | |||
Hell, hot as a kettle, so it’s no wonder why I put this ice on all of my metal | |||
And wear that shit like a medal | |||
Used to think I was a joker, no Jared Leto, when I said I’d get us out the ghetto | |||
Slam my foot on the pedal, booked a studio and I couldn’t afford instrumentals, fuck it, record acapella | |||
Flying coach, streaming Coachella until they banned me | |||
Now they like Bambi's mother - dead - I’m onto these Grammy's | |||
I’m rolling these grams gladly | |||
Purple and green like Daphne | |||
Shades on like Velma, hair long like Shaggy | |||
Crushin' addies in my water got my voice raspy | |||
Haven’t slept since California and that shit was last week | |||
Paranoid when I sleep, but when I’m high I’m happy | |||
That’s why I need to kiss the sky when I get stuck in the valley | |||
Lift off! | |||
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone | |||
I'm drifting away, out of time, I flow | |||
Away from the truth, away from the night | |||
Away from the day | |||
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone | |||
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Revision as of 21:55, 15 June 2018
Background
Music Video
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
Lift Off | Post Traumatic | 2017-2018 |
Promotion
Personnel
- Written by Mike Shinoda, Chino Moreno, Andrew Dawson, Colson Baker, Rory Andrew
- Produced by Mike Shinoda, Andrew Dawson
- Vocals by Mike Shinoda, Chino Moreno, Colson Baker
- Mixed by Manny Marroquin
- Mastered by Michelle Mancini
Lyrics
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone
Yeah!
Liftoff like Virgin Galactic
My Richard’s too Branson to fuck with you bastards
Very legendary that’s some matter of fact shit
You're the opposite of stars like rats spelled backwards
I flow poems out to Saturn and past it
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip
Satellite tracking can’t map up my tactics
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with
No, it’s not what I want but it had to be
I spent six months just rechargin' my battery
Imagine me quittin' what a travesty that’d be
You space shuttle challengers are nothin' but tragedies
So take care on the path that you’re headed
I'm the father to your star, don’t you ever forget it
I don’t drop mikes, only let it smoke where I said it
And I don’t play, even when they press it, get it?
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone
I'm driftin' away, out of time, I flow
Away from the truth, away from the night
Away from the day
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone
Please brace for impact
Must have went to space, and got sent back
But I’m still intact, in fact
Take a picture of me, you could see that I’m a star with your lens cracked, supernova
It’s Caesar’s Palace startin' on my opponents' ‘cause history will show
We done been to war like Romans
Did that dance with the devil
Hell, hot as a kettle, so it’s no wonder why I put this ice on all of my metal
And wear that shit like a medal
Used to think I was a joker, no Jared Leto, when I said I’d get us out the ghetto
Slam my foot on the pedal, booked a studio and I couldn’t afford instrumentals, fuck it, record acapella
Flying coach, streaming Coachella until they banned me
Now they like Bambi's mother - dead - I’m onto these Grammy's
I’m rolling these grams gladly
Purple and green like Daphne
Shades on like Velma, hair long like Shaggy
Crushin' addies in my water got my voice raspy
Haven’t slept since California and that shit was last week
Paranoid when I sleep, but when I’m high I’m happy
That’s why I need to kiss the sky when I get stuck in the valley
Lift off!
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone
I'm drifting away, out of time, I flow
Away from the truth, away from the night
Away from the day
I'm off of the earth, on a ride alone