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]