I think we might have got scammed
In this hot air balloon I don’t know how to land
We’ll be out of gas soon
With these parachutes I don’t know how to use
It’s my own damn fall
Hopping out my bucket
The winds an SUV and
I’m a stop sign obstructed
The driver couldn’t see me
I guess it’s my own damn fault
Why can’t I speak my mind?
Why do I have to hide?
Bottled up and kept it inside
I know the place
You don’t need to where to lie
I know the way
I don’t need to open up my eyes
I know the day
I don’t need to check the time
Give me some space
So I can spread my wings and fly
High above my balloon
It’s a fire ant in the cities pantaloons
Admiring my arson
I’m superman abandoning my platoon
My vessel
My crew
Oh what did I do
Oh what did I do
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