I have dreams of flying far
Don't know where to set the bar
I have dreams of made numbers
Things like flowers growing arms
Lots of shit to make me wonder
Express my bizarre findings
I jot 'em down they go spiraling
Just lots of books with no bindings
I yawn
But I'm not tired
I'm On my second tape
Taking seconds away up late until dawn
I'm gonna finish
Are you ready?
The decade ain't going steady
You aren't or you are
Meanwhile
I'm flying far
Yea
I'm been up too late
Woah
I Go like this
Not like that
Impatient like a bullet
Shoot it to the air I'll send it back
I should loosen up more
Get clear air up more high
The sky is full of it
Well so am I
The lake feels dry
Let's go for a drive
Keep your eyes on the road
New statement: try not to die
Make it seem like life is just fiction
Deal with what's has been written
What are we missing?
What are we fixing?
For real though
I know what I'm fixing
My generation feels aimless
Imma enhance what my aim is
Imma take a chance
A stance, I'm not shameless
Doesn't matter what color my paint is
Mind over matter I'm brainless
I am flying far until I can't no more
I'm saying this
I have dreams of flying far
Yeah
Don't know where to set the bar
I have something sounding different feeling different
I have dreams of flying far
Let it go
It is time to bloom
It is time to bloom