(Instrumental)

[Verse]
Stepping on the gas, to the moon, to the stars, here we go
Dying all alone in the snow
Motherfucker talking crazy I ain’t hearin what he said
All I really do is shake hands and make more bread, ay
Texting all my homies, get together, let us ride, yall know
I be on the top, never low
Although the world got me fucked, I ain’t ever runnin slow
Yall can catch me if you want, but we know it’s all for show, yea
We lost inside a fantasy and we ain’t getting out
Wе put our love inside the pot and now wе finna ballout
Oh I wish it last forever but you have to live in doubt
Never ever lose the sight if you wanna gain the clout
Put the past beside the corridor and take a fuckin cruise
A sixty four impala, to the moon, never lose
We’re so sick of chasing fakes, so we sing our own blues
Tell the world that we’re here, spread the world of our news
Now, lose the fuckin weight, feeling great, enter life, in it’s gate
A world rid of all the wretched hate
Your whole body feeling safe and now your feeling lightweight
Daydreaming bout a planet that you, your own create
Now, summon all your demons, lock em up, put em all, in a cage
No need to feel enraged
Time to fucking party like it’s nineteen ninety nine
Dine in the glory feast and sippin finest wine yuh
[Chorus]
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time