[Intro: Keato]

I'm never gonna grow up

Don't think I'm ever gonna grow up

Don't think I'm ever gonna grow up, bitch

I said I'm never gonna grow up

[Verse 1: Keato]

Tonight we depart, seperate the light from the dark

They say we shoot for the stars but we're headed for Mars

We're going there, and Elon isn't gonna stop it

I feel like air, when I'm surfing on that rocket

You know I levitate looking for that sweet spot

Keep it clean and comfy, Reebok

On a detox from these thots and I'm in a band like a Fleet Fox

I can't rest 'til it's workin', like Frank I got two versions

Civic swervin' dirty and suburban

Look beyond the surface and you'll find a different person

Peek behind the curtain, with my pen a surgeon

Write my verse in cursive and work it until it's perfect

Sliding down that corporate ladder like I'm at a water park

Only thing I'm missing is the dinner with the oligarch

That Haven City dynasty, undermine the ministry

With rhythm and synergy that's my one fucking liberty ah!

[Verse 2: Jack Webster]

My time is dwellin' and my head is spinnin'

Interstellar lifestyle cut too short

Never made in rich I didn’t ask for this

The luck of the draw call it a full court

Stacking morals in the drawer don’t care anymore

Everyone around me I ignore

Another year flown by with nothing to show

Looking at the night sky 'mazed by that glow

My accuracy and complexity, fucked around and got the best me

Can’t breathe anymore my body's under debris

Rodeo playing call up Maria

On whatever wave I get, Gabby Medina

Drop from the top and out the pipeline

Foreign no top, London to Dubai

I'm everything you need at the top of the combine

Don’t really have a care 'bout your past, your history's irrelevant

Laid-back lifestyle but it's outlast, blowing 50 000 for the fun of it

With the thoughts of the Horus eye

I wanna kill it but I'm running through your city in the dark of the night

And I'm at the very top that I'll ever be, uh, get me out of this serenity

03 Honda with the drive like Rondo

Pullin' overnighters with the groupies in my condo

What's going right, it's like rain without a poncho

Talk in the air, but we haven’t got a next show

The sun sets, everything fades into the misery

Only one thing's for sure we'll be back in Haven City like

[Bridge: Samson]

Keep asking why we're on tour, we're going broke

Keep acting like you're not at shows, you're front row

Keep asking what we're on though, we won't say

Keep acting like you know more, you're not safe

Keep asking for the next tape, it's not long

Keep acting like we're second rate, we're top drawer

Keep asking for a second date, I don't stay

Keep acting like you role play, we don't play