[Verse 1: Quiet Luke]
I'm not fearless
I just make my fear less by facing it
And facing it, you facing it
The face of a generation with no patience
For sorry old souls trying to dull all of our radiance
I ain't the son of God, but I'm the sun of God
And though my light shine bright I'm an underdog
Truthfully we all got a glow, but if we don't grow we won't show it
The stoned, stoic, lone, poet found his way at last.. found my way at last
Came a long way from weighing the grass
Back when I said I was the one man they said that it was dumb
All the attention I paid in the class
That's ironic, flow faster than Sonic
A flowmaster I'm on it with flows that are iconic, so
Pass the bubonic we trying to celebrate here
Cause in my sonic heaven we can levitate here, forever

[Hook: Quiet Luke]
I hear the song and can fly like an eagle
Something 'bout it seems regal
Told my mama we gon' be like the Beatles
She said "Baby I believe you...
I just don't even know how"
I said, "By pouring my soul out"
She asked me, "How do you go 'bout that?"
"Mama," I said, "I already know how"
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
American dreamer dreamin of simpler times
A denizen's demeanor, searching for the sweeter life
The nicer things, outside of possessions & acclimations
Obligations turn into accusations and confrontations
So I keep it positive and just expect nothin
Summoning provocative topics to cut a discussion
It's a wall between my dreams, I'm punchin and fuckin punchin
I punch-in and fuckin punch-in, while punchin and fuckin punchin
Hopin somebody fuckin hears me
Writin songs, smoking blunts in a fuckin D.A.R.E tee
My own potential scares me, thoughts on Kilimanjaro
Out of my mind, head in the clouds, I'll see you tomorrow
Line after line, verse after verse
Feature after feature, hearse after hearse
Just a figment of growing out in the open
I came a long way from being so mentally broken

[Verse 3: Quiet Luke]
Slow down baby girl
You're still so young
Young, young (x 2)

[Hook: Quiet Luke]
I hear the song and can fly like an eagle
Something 'bout it seems regal
Told my mama we gon' be like the Beatles
She said "Baby I believe you...
I just don't even know how"
I said, "By pouring my soul out"
She asked me, "How do you go 'bout that?"
"Mama," I said, "I already know how"