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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Peter Diab
Jacob Peter Diab
Songwriter
Joseph Anthony Coccimiglio
Joseph Anthony Coccimiglio
Songwriter
Martin Bak
Martin Bak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marty Bak
Marty Bak
Producer
Jake Diablo
Jake Diablo
Producer

Lyrics

The devil's on my left 
My angel's on the right
They're messin' with my mind 
(Whoa, oh)
I've gotta take a side 
The darkness or the light 
Right now it's do or die 
(mmm)
Back and forth I wrestle with my thoughts 
Tell myself I know which wings I want, so 
I'm gonna levitate
Right out the devil's cage 
This time I'm breaking free
Feet off the ground 
Not afraid to look down 
You can hate 
You can doubt 
It's too late 
I'm up above the clouds
I'm up above the clouds 
I'm up above the clouds 
Welcome to paradise 
A different kinda high
Overly satisfied 
(whoa, whoa)
I had to pay the price
The scars and sacrifice
But now I'm in the sky
Back and forth I wrestle with my thoughts 
Told myself I'd make it to the top, so 
I took a lot of pain
A bullet to the brain
I'd do it all again 
Feet off the ground 
Not afraid to look down 
You can hate 
You can doubt 
It's too late 
I'm up above the clouds
I'm up above the clouds 
I'm up above the clouds
I'm up above the clouds 
I'm
First to light the fire 
Last to say I'm tired 
Stanley cup mentality, bitch 
That's just how I'm wired 
Don't try to pump my tires
'Cause I don't fuck with liars
The sharks are coming after me 
But I'm a freedom fighter 
No sleep, I'm a psycho
Pop pills, that's a hard "no"
Get rich, that's a big yes
Straight to the top with my friends
Got nobody in the room to impress
I've been in the clouds 
With a bulletproof vest
Haters never know what's about to come next
Even if I die, wouldn't feel no stress
Like navy vets (woo)
Shoot my shot and then watch it splash
Copy me, but I move too fast
I'm the leader of kicking... (ass)
I don't ever feel safe in packs 
Fuck high school, and fuck the past
I'm the only kid from my class 
Had the balls to pave my own path 
How 'bout that?
Paved my own path 
How 'bout that?
I'm up above the clouds
I'm up above the clouds 
I'm up above the clouds
Feet off the ground 
Not afraid, to look down (I'm up above the clouds) 
You can hate
You can doubt 
It's too late 
I'm up above the clouds
Written by: Jacob Peter Diab, Joseph Anthony Coccimiglio, Martin Bak
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