1: Chris rode in on a beam of lightStray

rustin' in the rubbleRunnin' to a faintNeed a

1: Fly flock of birds, hovering aboveJust

In the darkness before the dawnIn the swirling of the stormWhen

1: Rick you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes

we areDisposable, collapsible and rawIn you go into some

my surprise, and my delightI saw sunrise, I saw

no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with

up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryYou don't

you were bornYou were given a nameDown from your

it, oh (Oh)Sing it, oh (Oh)Sing it, oh (Oh)Sing it,

you try your best, but you don't succeedWhen you

I know it doesn't seem that wayBut maybe it's the perfect

I deserve a gold medal, get on my levelI deserve platinum

So I look in your directionBut you pay me no attention,

Been going since 1996, for me 2006Still dropping some sick beatsYou

it's overThis time, I know it's goneSaltwaterIt tasted it

I used to rule the worldSeas would rise when I gave

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

Chris Martin, Max it 120?YeahYeah, good, yeahI'm, I, I'm