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    Command, we've lost control
    The engine's bound to crash
    The lightning strikes went bright
    Do not go gently
    It's just my luck
    You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
    I'm falling fast
    I'm falling fast

    I want you to rage into the night
    I want you to blaze into the light
    Before your final flight
    But boy, you're fine, you're fine
    I want you to rage into the night
    I want you to know, you know you're right
    Before your final flight
    Racing, racing, red as a burning road

    Roads.. I always wondered
    Whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
    To be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping
    Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin'
    White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
    Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
    And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride them rails
    Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
    They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they kill their own
    Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
    To technology, the problems we face, it's so conflicted
    To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
    Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
    Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
    Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
    Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
    Almost slipped my knot, hope I don't fall again
    Standing on my feet, feel so small just to look into space
    It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
    So much we don't understand, still right in front of our face
    I light a match, for the jets

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    I want you to rage into the night
    I want you to blaze into the light
    Before your final flight
    Before your final flight
    I want you to rage into the night
    I want you to know, know you're right
    Before your final flight
    Racing, racing, red as a burning road

    Riding a burning road
    Running low, not a soul who could know
    It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the road
    I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk
    Inside my mouth, if it was real but I would dunk, that's fucking dumb
    How many thousand of kids would give their life to have mine?
    Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time
    I'm tired of waiting, tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking
    Tired of court cases, tired of judges, tired of saying "Fuck it"
    Tie a bow around the present, decided this shit's a gift
    Two shots to life, only got one to live
    You could lose it any night or down it in a fifth
    Or win a championship game, as a man, I feel pain
    As a king, I feel reign, ask me how I deal with fame
    As I write you from my basement, the cards ain't changed yet
    Niggas on 47th still dealing the same shit
    Rocks, blow, ducking cops and clothes
    Came into the world naked now I'm in all this BAPE shit
    Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face time
    I feel like it's all wasted, the underground getting wasted
    I spent $1500 on these bottles and this table
    I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable
    But that boy do got horse power, ignore hours
    These days I lose track of days
    Been years since I felt this way

    Count on me to rage
    Before the final flight
    Before the final flight
    I want you to rage
    I want you to know, you know you're right

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    Composición: Mike Dean y Om'mas Keith

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