Lando's Jam Songtext
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Lando's Jam Songtext
Lando′s jam
Head in the clouds
But I'm making my way back down
Looking for high ground
Now I′m making my way back down
B-b-b-back down
Call it a numbers game
But who's the crew B-8?
Writing for reasons that I'm still to understand one day
Use me, throw me away
Leave but ask me to stay
I′m so confused, I guess I′m used to it in some sick way
Sitting, dreaming of pace
Fiending for aeroplanes
Meanwhile my mama wait for flowers on her birthday
And that's of course today
I can′t forget the source today
Been flying in these clouds so long
You'd think I had a bright red cape
To the winners go the spoils
Money gon′ make money 'til have-nots will have no morals
Some speak of things like souls
I watch the cherry burn until our cherry is no more
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Watch out ′cause I think that they smell blood
Turn it up in the dead of the night
When I knows that back home for fun
With a light and a match and a secret stash
I won't be here for long
It was for a while it lasted
Got to get back to the sun
Head in the clouds
But I'm making my way back down
Looking for high ground
Now I′m making my way back down
Back down
Yeah
It′s a long way down
Flying a madman
That's running ′round the world getting plenty of bad bands
Keep my head above the water swimming in that land
Just singing the task hand
So much I know they even wanna give me a cat scan
I wouldn't wanna dream this life away
But I′m feeling like my head is in a vice today
And the price you pay is a life to stay
On the license plate but it's a price to pay
See I don′t think so
But they kill it when you think slow
One last chance, it's a gimmick when the ink's low
One last dance, I′ma kill it with the link flow
Can′t go copy with the pink flow, think no
Just another one of these old schemes though
Break bread with a soul between soul meatloaf
I'm up on it running four hundred but I′m still another lover
But I can't break it up, I just stop
Head in the clouds
But I'm making my way back down
Looking for high ground
Now I′m making my way back down
B-b-b-back down
Call it a numbers game
But who's the crew B-8?
Writing for reasons that I'm still to understand one day
Use me, throw me away
Leave but ask me to stay
I′m so confused, I guess I′m used to it in some sick way
Sitting, dreaming of pace
Fiending for aeroplanes
Meanwhile my mama wait for flowers on her birthday
And that's of course today
I can′t forget the source today
Been flying in these clouds so long
You'd think I had a bright red cape
To the winners go the spoils
Money gon′ make money 'til have-nots will have no morals
Some speak of things like souls
I watch the cherry burn until our cherry is no more
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Watch out ′cause I think that they smell blood
Turn it up in the dead of the night
When I knows that back home for fun
With a light and a match and a secret stash
I won't be here for long
It was for a while it lasted
Got to get back to the sun
Head in the clouds
But I'm making my way back down
Looking for high ground
Now I′m making my way back down
Back down
Yeah
It′s a long way down
Flying a madman
That's running ′round the world getting plenty of bad bands
Keep my head above the water swimming in that land
Just singing the task hand
So much I know they even wanna give me a cat scan
I wouldn't wanna dream this life away
But I′m feeling like my head is in a vice today
And the price you pay is a life to stay
On the license plate but it's a price to pay
See I don′t think so
But they kill it when you think slow
One last chance, it's a gimmick when the ink's low
One last dance, I′ma kill it with the link flow
Can′t go copy with the pink flow, think no
Just another one of these old schemes though
Break bread with a soul between soul meatloaf
I'm up on it running four hundred but I′m still another lover
But I can't break it up, I just stop
Writer(s): Benjamin Miller, Andrews Diaz Mujica, Gianni Perocarpi, Bernardo Garcia, Aaron Eckhart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

