Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Verse 1:
I’m going out in a blaze of glory, flipping out cuz until now they would just ignore me. I was never really bout that fame, didn’t care about the money, didn't rock that chain. (nah)
Thats neither stopped nor changed, and the ones who do ball really got no game. They couldn't stand a chance in a real battle, between body and mind, yo thats what really matter.
I’m staying humble with the God given, sober minded, don’t catch me around no dog sniffing dog, I’ve been caught up in a fog for so long it isn't funny to think about all the things that I was missing.
Loved ones, the person I once was, was a light at the end of the tunnel, their must’ve been, kid let me tell you of one such person who was down now kicking the dust up, cuz
Chorus:
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Verse 2:
(Yeah) Like a modern day Mozart, show you with these songs what my feelings and hopes are yeah I know the time when I wrote that tune displaying all my scars let me sport that wound.
And let me smoke that soon, let me see what summers like on the Jupiter moon. Some people find that the dark is scary, I find it ordinary, I could never be lost, I’m home already.
I’m the pilot of this aircraft coast with me, I promise we'll see more then what most will see. We'll search for blue skies though the clouds are grey, let gravity take hold, not an ounce of pain.
Let me pronounce my name, Nieve just like the child who was not afraid of anything in this world, though they tried their best to convince him otherwise, but he's fly to death.
Chorus:
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing.
Go and prepare the Propeller Plane, yo I’m headed to the sky wont come back again. Microphone is my brush watch me paint a scene, take the stage, they’re amazed, but it aint a thing