Song | Parachute (feat. Illogic) |
Artist | KRISTOFF KRANE |
Album | fanfaronade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Illogic verse] | |
Free falling no parachute | |
we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
up to our necks in what’s left of life to execute | |
we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
Lost in parking space | |
Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
Riding the miracle round, but there’s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy’s closed | |
Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
[Kristoff Krane] | |
And by the time that I was five | |
They started asking me | |
What I was gonna be | |
When I get older | |
For the rest of my whole life | |
Light a candle like a child | |
Hold that fire in your eyes | |
Like you never knew | |
It meant so much to be alone | |
And cry | |
And there’s nothing more to lose | |
Unless there’s something more to hide | |
I mean there’s nothing more to prove | |
Unless there’s something to define | |
I knew I shouldn’t have listened to | |
Doctor not clean | |
They fed me pre-determined paths to freedom | |
Now I’m not free. | |
I mean I’m not me | |
When I look into the mirror | |
And so I copy people | |
Who appear to be secure | |
The problem is we’re all dirty, baby | |
Elephants chained to our masters | |
Slave to fake skeleton | |
Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
But I’d rather feel the struggle | |
Till I know that I can. | |
So I throw ‘em back in | |
Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
And remind myself what it means | |
To achieve success. | |
It’s the one test | |
That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
If you find it when it’s gray | |
Then you will pass with flying colors | |
I always wondered what it looks like | |
If there were no money | |
And the people in my book | |
Were on their feet and never hungry | |
But when I turn the page | |
There’s a picture of a snake | |
Responsible for murdering the vision I’m attached to | |
Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
But traded it one day | |
In exchange for the rotten apple | |
And the sign reads have a nice day | |
Regardless of the path I take | |
Regardless of the word you’re in, | |
Or the lens you use, | |
To make sense of each past mistake | |
(each breath is priceless) (2x) |
Illogic verse | |
Free falling no parachute | |
we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
up to our necks in what' s left of life to execute | |
we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
Lost in parking space | |
Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
Riding the miracle round, but there' s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy' s closed | |
Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
Kristoff Krane | |
And by the time that I was five | |
They started asking me | |
What I was gonna be | |
When I get older | |
For the rest of my whole life | |
Light a candle like a child | |
Hold that fire in your eyes | |
Like you never knew | |
It meant so much to be alone | |
And cry | |
And there' s nothing more to lose | |
Unless there' s something more to hide | |
I mean there' s nothing more to prove | |
Unless there' s something to define | |
I knew I shouldn' t have listened to | |
Doctor not clean | |
They fed me predetermined paths to freedom | |
Now I' m not free. | |
I mean I' m not me | |
When I look into the mirror | |
And so I copy people | |
Who appear to be secure | |
The problem is we' re all dirty, baby | |
Elephants chained to our masters | |
Slave to fake skeleton | |
Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
But I' d rather feel the struggle | |
Till I know that I can. | |
So I throw ' em back in | |
Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
And remind myself what it means | |
To achieve success. | |
It' s the one test | |
That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
If you find it when it' s gray | |
Then you will pass with flying colors | |
I always wondered what it looks like | |
If there were no money | |
And the people in my book | |
Were on their feet and never hungry | |
But when I turn the page | |
There' s a picture of a snake | |
Responsible for murdering the vision I' m attached to | |
Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
But traded it one day | |
In exchange for the rotten apple | |
And the sign reads have a nice day | |
Regardless of the path I take | |
Regardless of the word you' re in, | |
Or the lens you use, | |
To make sense of each past mistake | |
each breath is priceless 2x |
Illogic verse | |
Free falling no parachute | |
we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
up to our necks in what' s left of life to execute | |
we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
Lost in parking space | |
Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
Riding the miracle round, but there' s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy' s closed | |
Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
Kristoff Krane | |
And by the time that I was five | |
They started asking me | |
What I was gonna be | |
When I get older | |
For the rest of my whole life | |
Light a candle like a child | |
Hold that fire in your eyes | |
Like you never knew | |
It meant so much to be alone | |
And cry | |
And there' s nothing more to lose | |
Unless there' s something more to hide | |
I mean there' s nothing more to prove | |
Unless there' s something to define | |
I knew I shouldn' t have listened to | |
Doctor not clean | |
They fed me predetermined paths to freedom | |
Now I' m not free. | |
I mean I' m not me | |
When I look into the mirror | |
And so I copy people | |
Who appear to be secure | |
The problem is we' re all dirty, baby | |
Elephants chained to our masters | |
Slave to fake skeleton | |
Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
But I' d rather feel the struggle | |
Till I know that I can. | |
So I throw ' em back in | |
Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
And remind myself what it means | |
To achieve success. | |
It' s the one test | |
That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
If you find it when it' s gray | |
Then you will pass with flying colors | |
I always wondered what it looks like | |
If there were no money | |
And the people in my book | |
Were on their feet and never hungry | |
But when I turn the page | |
There' s a picture of a snake | |
Responsible for murdering the vision I' m attached to | |
Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
But traded it one day | |
In exchange for the rotten apple | |
And the sign reads have a nice day | |
Regardless of the path I take | |
Regardless of the word you' re in, | |
Or the lens you use, | |
To make sense of each past mistake | |
each breath is priceless 2x |