Song Lyrics

Let me get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination
I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station
Packing no bags, nothing but the clothes on my back
With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryna to relax
Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon
I got a army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan
Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on
I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't staying long
What if I'm gone, what the f*ck you gon' think then?
I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen
Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me
Well, I made it big and, everybody phony
Ha, so could you pour me, I need a cup
No, none of that liquor, mixing purple stuff
I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much
Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony
Looking at the sky, thinking it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time?
They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony
Looking at the street, thinking it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time?
What the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time?
I don't know, what the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time?

What do you do when you think you could be an icon?
Cause all these people get to screaming with the lights on
Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat
Racing to the gate but my flight gone
And now these writers taking shots without a Nikon
But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo
Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though
Potion in my sprite, then my night slows down, down
See, that's exactly what I need
My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat
Like it was "Donald Trump," a fucking hit but I just call it luck
They throw it on when I'm walking in the club
Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don't deserve this
Well, I don't think you looking far beyond the surface
Learn quick, now I'm big time
Fill your cup up, and I'ma sip mine

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony
Looking at the sky, thinking it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time?
They just dreams, turn 'em to reality
Double-cup of lean, standing on my balcony
Looking at the street, thinking it could all be mine
All we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time?
What the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time?
I don't know, what the f*ck is time? I ask 'em, what the f*ck is time?

Neal Francis Sutherland, David Bowman, Jonathan King, Adrian John Lim-klumpes, Malcolm Mccormick, Richard Anthony D. Pike, Laurence Ivan R. Pike

The duration of Thoughts from a Balcony is 3:05 minutes and seconds.