Light up the sky, illuminate Here come the dance we instigate Ten thousand degrees (Light up!)

You'll understand why God made A couple guys in first class on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk killing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, Thirty thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square

Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (yah) Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (yah, yah) Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (alright) Yeah, she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (it's lit) Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (yah) What's

We climbed a thousand steps without a single imprint This drowning regret will die, forgotten like my past Moving bodies lie in rest Carried by each other

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Welcome to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through him That the people decide to walk

And when we are beaten The cross holds us down And suffer the loss We walk through the ages The world on our shoulders The burden we carry To the dark end of our days A thousand eyes watching Every step we are taking

Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty holding your hand Walk my way and a thousand violins began to play Or it might be the sound of your hello This music I hear I get

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Young renegade You're just a live grenade Get the fuck down Shots ringing out loud I am the fury of a bomb Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam A thousand words in the crest of my palm Just one death sentence written in a fucking song