Gone Phishin' Video (MV)

Down the number line, you know we're going backwards
In 46 days it's gon' be colder than Alaska
I didn't know it's ice and it's always gonna crack, bruh
See the divided sky, then you know that it's the rapture
Yeah, and the ghost iscoming after
When the devil falls, man, you know he's gonna catch ya
You gotta kill it before he takes over you yourself
Burning in the flames, you'll split open and melt
You gotta set your soul free instead of going to hell
Won't you step into the freezer and let go of yourself
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta
You gotta set your soul free instead of going to hell
Won't ya, won't ya, won't ya, won't ya
Won't ya step into the freezer and let go of yourself
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta
You gotta set your soul free instead of going to hell
My inner self is who I'm trying to know
But I can't find him so I'm starting to feel kinda cold
Cold, cold, not gonna lie
I know I'm getting kinda old
These young heads, they probably think that I'm a dinosaur
Gotta get back on the train, man yeah I'm a ride it slow
I was born in the summer of 89
But you try to touch my stash and I'll punch you in the eye
In my ACDC bag, Angus Young is on the rise, on the rise, on the rise
And this is what I call the breakdown
I'm feeling like I'm Trey now, can see it in my face now
With just a touch of grey, now this beat here is my playground
I ride it like a greyhound, I don't know what to say now
It's been a while since I actually cried
But I bawled my f*cking eyes out when Caspian died
I try to, I try to keep that in the back of my mind
And when I think about the prince, I think of happier times
Yeah, I know, he's floating up on the blue waves
And with every new dawn, there's a new day
On a crusade, feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Catching wreck, best protect your neck like f*cking Wu-Tang
Coming off the top, like a motherf*cking toupee
Kicking rhymes, pushing beats, I'm feeling like I'm Lupe
In my duffel bag, boy, feeling like I'm 2 Chainz
When he was Titty Boy, you know I'm in the city, boy
Touche, I'm the motherf*cking truth, ay
I'm getting litty, boy, smoking like a hippie boy
On the lot, and it's smelling kinda phishy, boy
Where the haze at, where the dank sacks at
Where the drank at, where the tanks at
I'm trying to do thousands of balloons n a mountain of the shrooms
Till I'm bouncing round the room, is this still verse 2
I don't know cause I'm tripping from ripping the first tube
On the lawn, boy, the reefer strong, boy
Been blazing like this song, boy, if you ate the brown acid
Man, you made the wrong choice, page side, rage side
I rock with the crew, dude, keep the drums banging
Rocking the moo moo, I twist it up, yeah
I gotta jibboo too an I'm sparking it, woo woo
Raging at the sphere and I'm not talking with U2
Ha ha, ha ha ha, bunch of Phish heads getting wild on the Vegas strip
Straight invading it, like we was playing Rainbow Six
Blaze a spliff, take a hit, yeah, that's for sure
Been seeing Trey Rip since Deer Creek in '04
Late nights, staying up with no Adderall
I lost my mind at the secret set during Magnaball
Thinking bout all the good times that I had with y'all
So toss away stuff you don't need in the end
But keep what's important and know who's your friend
I'm gone Phishin , uh, I'm gone Phishin
Yeah, I'm gone Phisin, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Phishin'
Ha ha ha