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Apollo 11
by joe kingery
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I'm up here all on my own
That's one sure way to move on
Thousand miles from home
I'm better off when I'm gone
I guess that's one way to escape. Feel like Buzz, I'm up in space
And though my minds lightyears away, you still can't see it on my face
Though a couple more lines fill the gaps and the taste of bitter melancholy
Coat my tongue like a base
I'm hungry as a motherfucker, eating
But I'm still not forced full
Spend time writing a song a day
Perfect the craft like young J.Cole
Go on, call me J.King
Cause I wear the crown, now that's my role
I'm the new King Midas
When I touch it, make it gold
Practice poetic speaking
Try perfecting every bar.
Creativity is peaking and divinity ain't far
In due time, the kid be at the top, compete with K. Lamar
I'm like a motherfuckin' comet, way too great to be a star
So well known, I shine bright nonetheless
Don't know the difference? Here's a test
Check when Apollo drives the sun,
Still see my light, unlike the rest
I'm coming and I'm going
Travel space, I got no home and
I'm not feeling so alone
I got myself to call my friend
It don't seem real
We're strangers
And now I'm at the top
Many taught me love
To all those I would like to say, thank you very much
I'm up here all on my own
That's one sure way to move on
Two thousand miles from home
I'm better off when I'm gone
I'm up here all on my own
That's one sure way to move on
Thousand miles from home
I'm better off when I'm gone
I guess that's one way to escape. Feel like Buzz, I'm up in space
And though my minds lightyears away, you still can't see it on my face
Though a couple more lines fill the gaps and the taste of bitter melancholy
Coat my tongue like a base
I'm hungry as a motherfucker, eating
But I'm still not forced full
Spend time writing a song a day
Perfect the craft like young J.Cole
Go on, call me J.King
Cause I wear the crown, now that's my role
I'm the new King Midas
When I touch it, make it gold
Practice poetic speaking
Try perfecting every bar.
Creativity is peaking and divinity ain't far
In due time, the kid be at the top, compete with K. Lamar
I'm like a motherfuckin' comet, way too great to be a star
So well known, I shine bright nonetheless
Don't know the difference? Here's a test
Check when Apollo drives the sun,
Still see my light, unlike the rest
I'm coming and I'm going
Travel space, I got no home and
I'm not feeling so alone
I got myself to call my friend
It don't seem real
We're strangers
And now I'm at the top
Many taught me love
To all those I would like to say, thank you very much
I'm up here all on my own
That's one sure way to move on
Two thousand miles from home
I'm better off when I'm gone
