Rage (愤怒) (Explicit) - Vic Mensa Written by：Victor Mensah/Mike Dean/Om'Mas Keith Command we've lost control
The engine's bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently
It's just my luck You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles I'm falling fast
I'm falling fast
I want you to rage into the night I want you to blaze into the light Before your final flight
But boy you're fine you're fine
I want you to rage into the night I want you to know you know you're right Before your final flight
Racing racing red as a burning road
Roads I always wondered Whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom To be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping Niggas waking up with no job no mob lynching we still hangin' White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson Pray to Jordan the play was enough to put up the bail And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride them rails Gas in the tank hardly enough to make it home They say home is where the hate is I'm from where they kill their own Probably film it on their phone a generation addicted To technology the problems we face it's so conflicted To take the burning road and just roll with the punches Niggas thought I was gone I derrick rose from the trenches Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way Sometimes I wish I could fly far far away Where my sins fall down like pouring rain Almost slipped my knot hope I don't fall again Standing on my feet feel so small just to look into space It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits So much we don't understand still right in front of our face I light a match for the jets
I want you to rage into the night I want you to blaze into the light Before your final flight
Before your final flight I want you to rage into the night I want you to know you know you're right Before your final flight
Racing racing red as a burning road
Riding a burning road Running low not a soul who could know It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the road I pull the Halloween pistol out of the trunk Inside my mouth if it was real but I would dunk that's f**king dumb How many thousand of kids would give their life to have mine Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time I'm tired of waiting tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking Tired of court cases tired of judges tired of saying f**k it Tie a bow around the present decided this sh*t's a gift Two shots to life only got one to live You could lose it any night or down it in a fifth Or win a championship game as a man I feel pain As a king I feel reign ask me how I deal with fame As I write you from my basement the cards ain't changed yet Niggas on 47th still dealing the same sh*t Rocks blow ducking cops and clothes Came into the world naked now I'm in all this BAPE sh*t Tryna buy a Rolex can't even face time I feel like it's all wasted the underground getting wasted I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table I shake it before I pop I promise I'm not stable But that boy do got horse power ignore hours These days I lose track of days Been years since I felt this way Count on me to rage
Before the final flight
Before the final flight I want you to rage
I want you to know you know you're right
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I want you to rage into the night I want you to blaze into the light Before your final flight
