Lift Off by Trigue Lyrics
Verse 1
Excuse me if I’m pissed off/
They tried to step all on my shoulder blades/
And tried to hold me down in shallow water like the everglades/
But I’m a deep sea swimmer, took all my classes/
Got certified to dive down deeper than you bastards/
The shit I see at low tide, I’m tryna raise it higher/
Need to peep this with both eyes, the ashes in the fire/
They not burning all the books but you forgetting shit exists/
I’m in between a scholar and asking chicks to show me tits/
It’s a think line; walk it, it’s a strange game; talk it/
If you claim to have a voice, open mouth and fucking bark it/
Park it otherwise, if you ain’t really tryna say shit/
Stay stiff and shine the fucking tires on my spaceship/
I ain’t happy here, won’t do it another year/
Not losing another tear, not looking back in the rear/
You gon’ think I knew the future when all of this is over/
Yo I think I hear the motor/
Hook
It’s time to lift off/
Turn it up and let me lift off/
Spark it up and let me lift off/
Light it up and let me lift off/
Count it down now/
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Verse 2
My story ain’t special, you done heard the shit before/
Sometimes I had cheese, other times we were poor/
I’ve lived in a little country house with a porch/
And I’ve lived in a shelter, screams outside the door/
Used to play ball/
Used to block for C. Harris and B. Clayton while we ran up the score/
Momma was a soldier, poppa was a chore/
Didn’t hear from the nigga for 8 years or more/
Caught up around 14, we still working shit out/
But that’s another story for another day and time/
I grew up everywhere and I know everybody/
Take a piece of each of them immortalize ‘em in my rhyme/
I speak for the speechless, reach never regress/
Live between lines like I’m walking through a battlefield/
Observe all the scrapes on my shield/
All I got is pens and a flow you can feel/
Hook
Verse 3
If I could take time back, I would not change a god damn thing/
No regrets, no tattered puppet strings/
Attached to bad memories, or good ones either/
Know where you come from, but live like a leader/
Next step, next rep, say it with your chest boy/
If the first one fails, flip to the next ploy/
Sometimes before you build, you have to destroy/
So we tearing down the whole foundation/
Hook
Excuse me if I’m pissed off/
They tried to step all on my shoulder blades/
And tried to hold me down in shallow water like the everglades/
But I’m a deep sea swimmer, took all my classes/
Got certified to dive down deeper than you bastards/
The shit I see at low tide, I’m tryna raise it higher/
Need to peep this with both eyes, the ashes in the fire/
They not burning all the books but you forgetting shit exists/
I’m in between a scholar and asking chicks to show me tits/
It’s a think line; walk it, it’s a strange game; talk it/
If you claim to have a voice, open mouth and fucking bark it/
Park it otherwise, if you ain’t really tryna say shit/
Stay stiff and shine the fucking tires on my spaceship/
I ain’t happy here, won’t do it another year/
Not losing another tear, not looking back in the rear/
You gon’ think I knew the future when all of this is over/
Yo I think I hear the motor/
Hook
It’s time to lift off/
Turn it up and let me lift off/
Spark it up and let me lift off/
Light it up and let me lift off/
Count it down now/
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Verse 2
My story ain’t special, you done heard the shit before/
Sometimes I had cheese, other times we were poor/
I’ve lived in a little country house with a porch/
And I’ve lived in a shelter, screams outside the door/
Used to play ball/
Used to block for C. Harris and B. Clayton while we ran up the score/
Momma was a soldier, poppa was a chore/
Didn’t hear from the nigga for 8 years or more/
Caught up around 14, we still working shit out/
But that’s another story for another day and time/
I grew up everywhere and I know everybody/
Take a piece of each of them immortalize ‘em in my rhyme/
I speak for the speechless, reach never regress/
Live between lines like I’m walking through a battlefield/
Observe all the scrapes on my shield/
All I got is pens and a flow you can feel/
Hook
Verse 3
If I could take time back, I would not change a god damn thing/
No regrets, no tattered puppet strings/
Attached to bad memories, or good ones either/
Know where you come from, but live like a leader/
Next step, next rep, say it with your chest boy/
If the first one fails, flip to the next ploy/
Sometimes before you build, you have to destroy/
So we tearing down the whole foundation/
Hook