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knox hill - kamikaze lyrics

dreamin’ i could
dreamin’ i could
dreamin’ i could fly..

started off from the bottom
if only they could see me now
hit the ‘strip’ with a dream (airstrip, city strip)
put in work, put in hours
till they ‘see me’ now they’re ‘screaming out’
but i knew things that i didn’t want to
it’s all good tryin’ to fit in and be cool
but what happens when they don’t want you?
who’s there for you when you’re famous
when your names in the pages
headlines, newspapers
that was never what i did it for
mom and pop came from simple lives
knew they had it difficult
i’m sick of all this silicone
lives that i’m seeing’ so it’s time to go & switch the role
as a kid in the streets i would lay
as i looked to the sky feelin’ meek i would pray
sat next to my brother in the heat of the day
i would speak i would say
as i’d reach for the clouds:
i’ma be there one day
just wait
see you don’t really know what it’s like
when the system’s against
as you sit on the ends and your stomach is thin
with no funds for the rent
while the rich they just win
and they ‘spend’ and they ‘spend’
it just doesn’t ‘make sense’ (cents)
what’s for dinner
only bread? guess it’s syrup again
d+mn
but i know i’ma get em back
i went and picked a different path
now it’s time to “hit the craft” (hit the craft + aircraft, craft)
“gassed up”
but i’ma get the last laugh
got ‘wings’ but i’ve never been plain/plane
and i’m learning all these letters i’ve been editing the names
my english teacher said that i’ll never be the same
as i’m earning all my credits i’ma step up to the plate
just wait
gaugin’ the view i ‘take off’ like a test flight
guns c+cked, pits that i skip
got cops on my ‘tail’ but i’m ‘flying’ when i ‘check mics’
and if i don’t get it now i’ma get it in that next life
got that hugo pilot watch
now it’s time to ‘test heights’
but i’m dedicated, no ‘options called’
i’ve set the stages to go rock the halls
let me paint this cadence that’ll shock em all
hook

another rejection, stressing
i ain’t get the question:
why a critic gotta pick it for?
never one to lie
but i’m a lion
if you push me forward
i just wanna go but they telling me to ‘slow’
now the mission gettin’ critical
i went to jeddah
i got my papers
i called in favours
i’m getting anxious
feds on my cases
don’t talk to strangers
i’m sick of waiting
i’ve grown impatient
need to hone my sk!lls
‘tip the scales’ are bent on my ‘field’
i feel like i still
need a moment to breathe
i’m sick of doin’ it for me
sick of countin’ all these sheep
i’ma go and take the leap
i been writin’ like a fiend
so i take my soul higher set it free
back into bowie
last town
hit up the airport
last round
feel so much ‘weight’ it’s hard to ‘take off’
i need a break/brake but there’s no ‘days off’
it’s whatever it takes
to hit the ‘lay off’
no more laying low
the day of the show”
i’ma ‘take the stage’
like a playoff
i get ‘one shot’
i hope it pays off
alarm rings, i’m feeling nervous
that adrenalin is now calmly surging
i brush my t++th like i’m filled with purpose
i’ma be famous + his will emerging
my ‘bands ready’ we drill the verses
hop in the wheel, peel to the concourse
our ‘kit’ is filled but still we’re on course
carry my bags, wait on these ‘lines’
look at the clock: i’m ahead of the time
security check but there’s nothin to hide
i got what i need and it’s all in my mind
name called
that’s my ‘queue’
“take your seats” you gon’ really need a ‘view’
go and hand your ticket now get ready for the new
i been steady head is ready now i’m ‘heading for the news’
“hands in the air”
i got ‘cuts’ in this place
my ‘band’ ‘holds it down’ as we ‘rushin’ the stage’
someone screams out
they can’t stop us now
some bodies fall down it’s a mosh pit sound
i step forward out into the c+ckpit, wow
i take control of my new office
i ‘cut the mic’ as i ‘clock in’
this is it
im ‘flying’:
i’m a rockstar
thirty seconds to impact
the world’s my stage
no looking back
i take my turn and then i crash
i hit the tower
full impact
consumed in fire as i laugh
i’ll be with virgins on my lap
i hear the screams
i’m here at last
call 911
the tower’s collapsed
goodbye

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