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LYRICS:

The sun is goin'
The sun is goin'
The sun is goin' down
The city late at night, hit a pinnacle
Shinin' on 'em, I rather trip alone
Put those on game, who didn't know the true form
Of pure evil, so visible, so I keep a lot of vision
Every night I try to read your mind and see what's in your eyes
Let me catch up, I won't waste your time
'Cause all I'll ever know is
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, caught off and I'm floatin' by
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, let's go up
Baby, yeah we can go up
Feelin' just don't stop it now
Niggas tryna hate on us (mmm)
Ain't worry 'bout a thang
Since I'm strong enough
The feelin' just don't stop it now
Baby, yeah we can go up (mmm)
Baby, yeah we can go up (yeah)
I see the light in you, stay strong
Don't worry, we'll follow you back home
Since I've seen space, it's been too long
That's why I stargaze in my room
Bite the dust, I don't know Venus
We ran off with diamonds
The media mislead us
True wealth is knowledge
They gon' try to hold you down
But we gon get back up right now
They gon' try to mute this sound
But just know that you got that power
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, caught off and I'm floatin' by
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, let's go up
Baby, yeah we can go up
Feelin' just don't stop it now
Niggas tryna hate on us (mmm)
Ain't worry 'bout a thang
Since I'm strong enough
The feelin' just don't stop it now
Baby, yeah we can go up (mmm)
Baby, yeah we can go up (yeah)
I found Eden, between the Euphrates and the Tigris
I'm not dreamin', smokin' J's on 'em now
This is why, why we came
Think I'm dumb with the hybrids
I don't like how they speakin'
They just talkin' about us (talkin' 'bout us)
ERYS
I seen Cudi in a mall (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Them kids go hard (them kids go hard)
Chain disco ball (like disco ball)
Saw someone in the stars
Whole different Galaxy on my Atari
They tryna copy my walk
Handcuff, wrist rock
I don't listen when they talk, 'cause I heard enough
Whoa, I wish, I wish, I wish
I could get a hundred mil' for the wrist
I wish I could get that high rise on my neck
Wish I didn't have to hide it when I walk, and
I wish, I wish, I wish that I didn't have to flex like this
I wish that I was a paramedic with the whip
I wish that I was bein' honest with the drip, ohh
I wish, I wish I'm thinking 'bout you when I'm dying like this
I'm thinking 'bout you when I get like this, oh


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