Ground control, I'm not gon' make it back
Complacent, though, it feels great
How I daydream in the dark?
I hope you near when I wake
Captain said it ain't no juice in the gauge
We on the rocks
A sick hand wrote the fate
We on the same page
Wading through the dust and constellations
Fading like the frayed ropes
Losing hope, it ain't no hanging
We floating away
It's as cold as you think
Stars ain't as warm as you think, my nigga
The winter
I seen the solstice in the mirror
Through the sliver of the brink