Rage Lyrics - Vic Mensa

Command, we've lost control 

The engine's bound to crash 

The lightning strikes went bright 

Do not go gently... 

It's just my luck 

You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles 

I'm falling fast 

I'm falling fast 

I want you to rage into the night 

I want you to blaze into the light 

Before your final flight 

But boy, you're fine, you're fine 

I want you to rage into the night 

I want you to know, know you're right 

Before your final flight 

Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue 

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I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom 

To be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping 

Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin' 

White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson 

Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail 

And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride the rails 

Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home 

They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they kill their own 

Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted 

To take knowledge and problems we face and so conflicted 

To take the burning road and just roll with the punches 

Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches 

Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way 

Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away 

Where my sins fall down like pouring rain 

I'm on slip my knot, hope I don't fall again 

Standing on my feet, feel so small to look into space 

It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits 

So much we still don't understand, still right in front of our face 

I light a match for the jets 

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I want you to rage into the night 

I want you to blaze into the light 

Before your final flight 

Before your final flight 

But boy, you're fine, you're fine 

I want you to rage into the night 

I want you to know, know you're right 

Before your final flight 

Before your final flight 

Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue 

Riding a burning road 

Running low, not a soul who could know 

It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the road 

I put the halloween pistol out the trunk 

Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk 

That's fucking dumb 

How many thousand of kids would like to have mine? 

Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have time 

I'm tired of waiting 

Tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking 

Tired of court cases, tired of judges 

Tired of saying "Fuck it" 

Tired of balling around the President, deciding this shit's a gift 

Two shots to life, only got one to live 

You could lose it any night 

Or down it in a fit 

Or win a championship game 

As a man, I feel pain 

As a king, I feel reign 

Ask me how I deal with fame 

As I write you from my basement 

The cards ain't changed yet 

Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit 

Rocks, blow 

Ducking cops and clothes 

Came into the world naked 

Now I'm in all this BAPE shit 

Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face time 

I feel like it's all wasted 

The underground getting wasted 

I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table 

I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable 

But that boy do got horse power 

Ignore hours 

These days I lose tracks of days 

Been years since I felt this way 

Count on me to rage 

Before the final flight 

Before the final flight 

I want you to rage 

I want you to know, know you're right