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[Intro: Annie Little]
Silver moons and paper dreams
Faded maps and shiny things
You're my favorite one man show
A million different ways to go
Will you fly me away?
Take me away with you my

[Hook]
I said I'm comin' back, I'm comin back around
And you ain't goin' nowhere, so put your jacket down
They might take me away, but guess who's back in town
Look how I'm feelin', graduated with no cap and gown
[X2]

[Verse 1: Reef]
So take me away, take me away
I don't wanna grow old, I don't want to go astray
If I could go back, I wouldn't change shit
I would give them the finger, like fuck this
Now I packed up my bags, time to hit the road
I'm down with the Irish, where's the pot of gold?
I guess it's all done, so I throw away the past
For the search of the pastures with the greener grass
Now I'm lookin at the bottle like I need another glass
Now I'm lookin at the sky like I need another chance
I'm sprintin' for your love, so it's a mad dash
And our hearts get together like boom, boom, crash
I emerge from the scene, I look back on the rubble
I look back on my life then I take like a double
Take me to a place where the sun always shine
I guess Nas was right and the world is mine

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Hop]
I think I'm crazy, I think I'm fuckin losin' it
I think I'm like a tickin' time bomb when the fuse is lit
Bout to blow up, hide your daughter, hold your crucifix
I'm switchin' punch lines that knock you out, it's like a rufilin
I'm twice the man you are, you'd swear to god there's two of him
Swear to god you're seein' double, blame it on the juice and gin
One of a kind, you have never seen a duplicate
Just tell him you can take me away, like you use it, like you use it
Shit, if I'm a doggy, that makes you a Vick
And you can try to curse me, but to that I'm fuckin' Youkilis
Watch me change sides, that's my elusiveness
The rappin' Kenny Powers, record deals, I am lubin' it
Excuse my gruesomeness, I'm too explicit to submit
Keep my music on the real, now call that shit a tuna fish
In my way, then move it, bitch
My middle name is Ludacris
This evidence, I've proven it
That Hobson isn't new at this
Pardon my foolishness, I'm slick like how I rule this shit
You wanna know the truth of it, I'll try to hang, the noose'll fit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hop]
Man I think I heard Wayne say he's a cool cat, livin on his 9th life
Me, I'm more like one of Vick's dogs, living on my 9th fight
The past is easy, man. I'm 20/20 hindsight
It's just the future, I feel like some fucking blind mice
Yeah, and I been down this road before
My foot's full of open sores from bein' jammed in closin' doors
Just to get a little hype man, that's all I'm hopin for
But hype don't promise shit, look at Emeka Okafor
And yep, I'm not Drake, man, I'm not tellin you to thank me
In fact I'd rather you didn't know who I am, and pull a Banksy
Like the anonymous artist, but not the populous target
Look, I'm just givin you somethin new, outside the box and the margins
So wake up dude, you clock is alarmin'
Cause half these bastard rappin' soft, I said they got to be Charmin

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