[Verse 1: billy woods]
Jet-lag, I can't quite grab the new me
Old self dozing in an aisle seat
Emirates, where I left him, daydreams treacherous ephemera
Brain exposed to the elements
Lift my skull top off delicate
Bone china chafing dish
Absent-minded, break time like bricks, thoughts is cinder blocks
Alarm clocks break spells
Crashed out, search for my own black box in the hills
Scorched earth scoured like cook pots, manglеd wheels, strewn debris
Hours in a wristwatch, bust down, dancing in the piеce
Private dancers dance for me
King's ransoms, it ain't no rides that's free
Half 'sleep with the halo, dead on my feet

[Verse 2: Serengeti]
Cruel like nature and a paralyzed cicada
Baby's late on you
Feed the generations later

Paralyzed
Dragged to the nest
Baby's late on you
Arm, leg, head, chest
(Like, how you think you gonna make you some money sweetie?
Sweetie?)
Like, how you think you gonna make you some money
This is the rap game sweet (sweetie pie, sweetheart)
Ain't a damn thing funny
Ain't a damn thing funny
Buy some press
You overdressed
The numbers low
You feeling the stress
Thought you pop but it's too late
You assumed you'd be feeling great
Forty-something, still got the angst
Never had a shot, shooting blanks
Think about top 10 where you rank
Where's the fun, all your art
When you stop you ain't start
What's it all for?
You're so boring
See the squirrels and watch them storing
Football season that's the reason
Kenny Deacon, what's your vert?
What's the deal? You need a meal
You so skinny, how you feel?
Why your mind changed all the time?
Like how you think you gonna make you some money?
This is the rap game sweet, ain't a damn thing funny
Like how you think you gonna make you some money?
This is the rap game sweet, ain't a damn thing funny
Cruel, like nature and a paralyzed cicada
The baby's late on you
Feed the generations later (very tough assignment)
Get some bread and go outside
We don't leave here left alive (a cicada)
I used to have a lot more pride then let my angels to decide (paralyzed)
I hope the sox can't make a trade
That Florida album, could've saved me for once (dragged to the nest)
Could've gone on tour instead of making more and more
Who needs that? (Baby's late on you)
I just want a Tesla, to get in shape (arm, leg, head, chest)
Become a wrestler
Get my vert to 43
Make youtube vids to dunk on me
Get some subs, subscribe and like (arm, leg, head, chest)
Upgrade first class on my flight
I'm verified and I'm gaining steam (cicada)
Check my brand, it's orange and green
I'm Geti king, I'm fentanyl (how you think you gonna get you some money)
For 20 years I did my call
I walked my walk, I stepped my steps
From Natural Ice to Heineken and Beck's
What you say, tell me how it be (This rap game sweet)
Across the world from sea to sea (Ain't a damn thing funny)
I got the kicks because I did Ajai (Cicada)
Then I sort of became that guy
I dropped my records, no press one day (Cicada man)
You missed that shit, what can I say?
I'm hustle man, got bills to pay
Don't battle rap because I used to act (Cicada)
They heard my song when they played on four
Bought a whip but I need some more (Hey)
Paid off the car and ain't got no note (Cicada man)
Got so high almost bought a boat
Stupid me (Dragged to the nest)
Come on Steve
Let the Florida let me leave
I can stop, retirement watch (Baby's late on you)
Champion sweat in Bomba socks
(arm, leg, head, chest)
Cruel like nature and a paralyzed cicada
Baby's late on you
Feed the generations later
[Verse 3: billy woods]
We took off in the night
I had a row to myself
I stretched out in the room
I slept like a child in the back of a car
I dreamt of nothing and woke with a start
The hum of the cabin
Screens glow in the dark
The thrum of the engines
Nothing ends or starts
I watched a movie, one I'd seen before
We flew with the sun
Landed when the day that ended had just begun