| Song | Parachute (feat. Illogic) |
| Artist | KRISTOFF KRANE |
| Album | fanfaronade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Illogic verse] | |
| Free falling no parachute | |
| we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
| up to our necks in what’s left of life to execute | |
| we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
| Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
| Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
| Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
| Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
| Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
| Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
| While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
| Lost in parking space | |
| Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
| It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
| but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
| Riding the miracle round, but there’s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
| Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
| Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
| Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy’s closed | |
| Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
| You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
| [Kristoff Krane] | |
| And by the time that I was five | |
| They started asking me | |
| What I was gonna be | |
| When I get older | |
| For the rest of my whole life | |
| Light a candle like a child | |
| Hold that fire in your eyes | |
| Like you never knew | |
| It meant so much to be alone | |
| And cry | |
| And there’s nothing more to lose | |
| Unless there’s something more to hide | |
| I mean there’s nothing more to prove | |
| Unless there’s something to define | |
| I knew I shouldn’t have listened to | |
| Doctor not clean | |
| They fed me pre-determined paths to freedom | |
| Now I’m not free. | |
| I mean I’m not me | |
| When I look into the mirror | |
| And so I copy people | |
| Who appear to be secure | |
| The problem is we’re all dirty, baby | |
| Elephants chained to our masters | |
| Slave to fake skeleton | |
| Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
| But I’d rather feel the struggle | |
| Till I know that I can. | |
| So I throw ‘em back in | |
| Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
| And remind myself what it means | |
| To achieve success. | |
| It’s the one test | |
| That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
| If you find it when it’s gray | |
| Then you will pass with flying colors | |
| I always wondered what it looks like | |
| If there were no money | |
| And the people in my book | |
| Were on their feet and never hungry | |
| But when I turn the page | |
| There’s a picture of a snake | |
| Responsible for murdering the vision I’m attached to | |
| Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
| But traded it one day | |
| In exchange for the rotten apple | |
| And the sign reads have a nice day | |
| Regardless of the path I take | |
| Regardless of the word you’re in, | |
| Or the lens you use, | |
| To make sense of each past mistake | |
| (each breath is priceless) (2x) |
| Illogic verse | |
| Free falling no parachute | |
| we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
| up to our necks in what' s left of life to execute | |
| we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
| Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
| Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
| Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
| Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
| Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
| Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
| While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
| Lost in parking space | |
| Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
| It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
| but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
| Riding the miracle round, but there' s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
| Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
| Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
| Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy' s closed | |
| Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
| You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
| Kristoff Krane | |
| And by the time that I was five | |
| They started asking me | |
| What I was gonna be | |
| When I get older | |
| For the rest of my whole life | |
| Light a candle like a child | |
| Hold that fire in your eyes | |
| Like you never knew | |
| It meant so much to be alone | |
| And cry | |
| And there' s nothing more to lose | |
| Unless there' s something more to hide | |
| I mean there' s nothing more to prove | |
| Unless there' s something to define | |
| I knew I shouldn' t have listened to | |
| Doctor not clean | |
| They fed me predetermined paths to freedom | |
| Now I' m not free. | |
| I mean I' m not me | |
| When I look into the mirror | |
| And so I copy people | |
| Who appear to be secure | |
| The problem is we' re all dirty, baby | |
| Elephants chained to our masters | |
| Slave to fake skeleton | |
| Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
| But I' d rather feel the struggle | |
| Till I know that I can. | |
| So I throw ' em back in | |
| Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
| And remind myself what it means | |
| To achieve success. | |
| It' s the one test | |
| That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
| If you find it when it' s gray | |
| Then you will pass with flying colors | |
| I always wondered what it looks like | |
| If there were no money | |
| And the people in my book | |
| Were on their feet and never hungry | |
| But when I turn the page | |
| There' s a picture of a snake | |
| Responsible for murdering the vision I' m attached to | |
| Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
| But traded it one day | |
| In exchange for the rotten apple | |
| And the sign reads have a nice day | |
| Regardless of the path I take | |
| Regardless of the word you' re in, | |
| Or the lens you use, | |
| To make sense of each past mistake | |
| each breath is priceless 2x |
| Illogic verse | |
| Free falling no parachute | |
| we keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate | |
| up to our necks in what' s left of life to execute | |
| we keep stallin no progressing the primate | |
| Satisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute | |
| Cash checks in sleep walking cocoon | |
| Hug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you | |
| Highest bidder demeanor constant | |
| Time continues to run out your running in your office | |
| Memos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating | |
| While demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin | |
| Lost in parking space | |
| Too often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes suffocates | |
| It only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle | |
| but we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle | |
| Riding the miracle round, but there' s miracles around you if eyes wide | |
| Most coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus | |
| Cause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin | |
| Laughter is best medicine but pharmacy' s closed | |
| Disaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed | |
| You know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare | |
| Kristoff Krane | |
| And by the time that I was five | |
| They started asking me | |
| What I was gonna be | |
| When I get older | |
| For the rest of my whole life | |
| Light a candle like a child | |
| Hold that fire in your eyes | |
| Like you never knew | |
| It meant so much to be alone | |
| And cry | |
| And there' s nothing more to lose | |
| Unless there' s something more to hide | |
| I mean there' s nothing more to prove | |
| Unless there' s something to define | |
| I knew I shouldn' t have listened to | |
| Doctor not clean | |
| They fed me predetermined paths to freedom | |
| Now I' m not free. | |
| I mean I' m not me | |
| When I look into the mirror | |
| And so I copy people | |
| Who appear to be secure | |
| The problem is we' re all dirty, baby | |
| Elephants chained to our masters | |
| Slave to fake skeleton | |
| Keys to the kingdom are right in my hand | |
| But I' d rather feel the struggle | |
| Till I know that I can. | |
| So I throw ' em back in | |
| Sit by the stream and watch the sun set | |
| And remind myself what it means | |
| To achieve success. | |
| It' s the one test | |
| That makes you sacrifice your comfort | |
| If you find it when it' s gray | |
| Then you will pass with flying colors | |
| I always wondered what it looks like | |
| If there were no money | |
| And the people in my book | |
| Were on their feet and never hungry | |
| But when I turn the page | |
| There' s a picture of a snake | |
| Responsible for murdering the vision I' m attached to | |
| Adam and Eve had a dream under the family tree | |
| But traded it one day | |
| In exchange for the rotten apple | |
| And the sign reads have a nice day | |
| Regardless of the path I take | |
| Regardless of the word you' re in, | |
| Or the lens you use, | |
| To make sense of each past mistake | |
| each breath is priceless 2x |