I Need To Take Off

[Hook: Julius Luciano]
I need to take off, I need to take off
I can't find myself, I'm feelin' way lost
I need to take off, I need to take off
One hit, or sip and you can take off
The sky is where I belong, yea
The sky is my only home, yea
Maybe one day I'll come down
Until then, you can find me among the clouds

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
I feel like alcohol's my only vice
I tell myself that I should quit, but I won't take my own advice
Steady tryin' to get a grip like I hold a vice
Sayin' fuck hangovers like a man with an overbite
But I need to take off, yeah I'm on a flight
Seat 151, now buckle up, hold on tight
I'm in the sky and I'm overlookin' darkness
Cuz naysayers said I wouldn't see the top over night
Sometimes I wanna go on strike and I don't wanna write
But I could never put down all the pens, I never bowled a strike
Feels like I sold my soul to Jack Daniels with strings attached
Now my soul's a kite, meanin' liquor control my flight
The future I know is bright cuz after Saturdays comes Sundays and weekdays I got the strongest sight
But I can't still pay attention, it's overpriced
So I'm on this night train in the clouds, I'm goin' to height

[Hook: Julius Luciano]

[Verse 2: Sauce Tha Boss]
I roll in my whip, speedin' tryin' to get far
I smoke in my whip, that's why I got a sick car
It's like I spell the word "more" with only M-R
I need O.E., yeah I sip hard
I need a drink of [?] on my fifth bar
It's midnight, I'm already at my fifth bar
I'm fightin' life, me and this bitch spar
I need a spliff, I'm feelin' hype, man, call me Spliff Star
Speakin' of stars, that's my destination
I chief like that Indian in the sky, I got reservations
I take off with no hesitation
I'm a cold nigga when I'm in the sky, that's weather changin'
I stay high but no dope fiend
Picture motorcycles and kickstands, I'm on lean
Just need a cup to put Bacardi in
Just need a blunt to put my Marley in like I'm Rastafarian

[Verse 3: Big Pho]
I got my blunt rolled and I already took a puff
I'm chillin' in the back of the plane, no Rosa Parks
Put down the shade, turn off the lights, let's get it dark
A flick of the Bic, that's it, and I'mma blow the spark
Gimme my Henny so I can go and get it my mood
A few shots and I reach my cruisin' altitude
I'm not Red Cafe but I'm above the clouds
So high that when I exhale the smoke goes down
I inhale smoke, breathe fire, spit lava
I piss acid, shit lightnin', who's hotter?
You got a problem, I got somethin' to solve it
It come in a full clip, I even got a revolver
You gettin' on my nerves, now get ready to take off
Right cross, takin' your whole face off
Let me be, thought I told y'all from the beginning
You rub me the wrong way, can I atleast get a happy ending?

[Hook: Julius Luciano]