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the fringe (fly)
Catch me off the grid (grid)
These butterfly effect winds (yeah)
Produce enough spins (yeah)
(Yeah)
Today I have to say
What a great space I'm

through the night, in the pulse of the city
Synthwave love, it feels so gritty

Pixel skies, digital highs, as the city breathes
On the grid, where

the air fly by it’s cutting up the sky
Time for winning this and you know why

All the engines revving on the grid like
Bullets in the gun
And we’re waiting

On the Way Home

John Mayer

Paradise Valley

2013

time was going.

Do you remember when we first got here?
The days were longer the nights were hot here.
Now, it's September the engine's starting.
You're

know why you still at my crib
Get back together I'm yelling out rip (RIP)
RIP to the things that we did
Stay to myself I be off the grid
Don't got time

Seven gits up in the jeep
Hit the rev and make it scream
Twist the key and I grip the seat
Off the grid until we run steam
Yellow flashing go extreme

Everything it sees it considers food, a forest-wide network not easy to elude
Defense Grid activate, surveying the woods elaborate
Crew now detects acid from

Headlights blur, tears on the glass, engine coughs and dies
Stranded queen in a steel chariot, storm rages in the skies
Raindrops drum a frantic

flavors
Different favorites you could alternate
What ultimatum I ought to make
Hmm, finished living off the grid
I'm going straight
I'll also be selling

Starting Grid
That's my kind of high
Starheart Engine got me feenin' for that green light
Slam the throttle, 
Run those engines wide
Turbines

the grid
As fish leap in the air
It's only a test run
And still the tension's too delicious to bear
All around the monitor station
Big smiles, high

With the government plates
And an idling engine
While I'm planning out my escape

Good luck with whatever
Whatever awaits
Whatever endeavors
I'm

and playing chicken
With the will of God it's not a drill
It's a village aping a
Grid beyond the silicon
Same religion as Ram, Flynn, or Tron
Electric bomber

Engines roaring on the nigh speed track
Asphalt hot as hell let's overdrive
Minds like shotguns on the ride to hell
Full speed passing leads to heart

Flyin' through the clouds on a seven-thirty-seven
Lookin' out the window I can see the grid turn on
Wheels hit the runway and I'm thirty feet from

hot and the engine in it's sputtering
Aircraft's fragile the Tower of Babel
Transported to the tree watching the apple
Aura seductive my core I'm

out my attributes
I would really send you dirty money on a good afternoon
Go ghost on the grid I guarantee they not catching you
Momma said I never

make a lil tape 'n say fuck you in every song
Where the hell have you been at? What the fuck is going on ?
Oh so you go off the grid
Okay how Noble

that boy right there on fast
Y'all know I mean on the grid iron
Like game day go score
Not sex or running through these whores
See running through these

turno y con trucos, hambre 'el mundo
Y con el cheat engine
Cheque en mano, cien ka en otro estado
Made my propia family
I'm so busy, ando todo ocupado

the wrong tree, gollee, I'm just purging
My search engine for mentioning the sick shit I get up to
Betting I'm a bedoin, you don't like me? Then fuck you

I don’t be revving engine I be high as shit
Leaving dimension eye energy buss 
Fake a smile you be forgotten real quick
Luck in my cup 
I drink

created from our waste n'
Its extremely cost effective although they don't tell that to the person payin
How bout the jet engine on an air bus, only enough

I can hear the sounds of the city
Deep within my brain
Engines run, getting things done
Only at night can you hear the train
I know these streets