**** your ride up,
You seem to find a different track.
Exed, axed, in cup,
Basic instinct no going back.
Your world a trap,
The old you fears you in ten years.
Tell em a rap,
Your soul never doing back tears.
It’s time you fly,
Like D.B. Cooper on demands.
No time to cry,
Sink their souls deep down in the sands.
Buckle up, Chuck,
Time to ride luck…