Parachute

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Lonely is the only top

Parachute me, I'm coming back down

God dang, everybody coming at my throat now

I'm 'bout to sell all my real estate

Who need a three million dollar house?

Who need a whole damn car collection that goes back to 1948?

I'ma buy a trailer park and put Earnhardt flags in every single window pane

Like ay-ay-ay, my life is like a zombie land would be

Strapped up like Call of Duty in the future, blasting plasma beams

My Chevy from a galaxy, nobody's human I can see

And I get pulled over by UFO's, moon rocks in the seat

A hundred years from now I'll be cruising in the clouds

A thousand angels in the crowd but for right now

I'm on a lonely rock, hiding in a lonely spot

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down, whoa

Coming back down, whoa

Coming back down, whoa

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down

The past three years I've been climbing, still not tired, I can see the top

Ain't walked into their party yet 'cause I'm from a distance, only here to watch

I'm a dark magician to the mental blocks, everywhere is my mental spot

Xfinity with it, my thought process got it's own motherfucking routing box

I'm bulletproof to y'all cyberspace, not co-dependent on a record label

I beat the game, they know I did, check these missed calls from these millionaires

Atlantic probably looking like they found Atlantis, hand steady like a human praying mantis

Fortnite your whole hilltop, take the fucking glider back to my golden palace

A hundred years from now I'll be cruising in the clouds

A thousand angels in the crowd but for right now

I'm on a lonely rock, hiding in a lonely spot

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down, whoa

Coming back down, whoa

Coming back down, whoa

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down

The top is no place for me, oh

I've seen it through a scope when they don't know

Yeah, the bottom's where the party's at

Where I can roll up super fat, get baked in random parking lots

Like yeah, yeah, yeah, mainstream can't even handle this

I'm good cannabis when you ain't smoked no good since '96

And I stay rolling up like I'm Tupac Shakur

Lighting up the Biggie Smalls conspiracy theories in a blunt

A hundred years from now I'll be cruising in the clouds

A thousand angels in the crowd but for right now

I'm on a lonely rock, hiding in a lonely spot

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down, whoa

I'm coming back down, whoa

Coming back down, whoa

Lonely is the only top, parachute me, I'm coming back down