Letras ASAP / Made in New Orleans - Kai Straw

ASAP / Made in New Orleans

I’m leaving on the red-eye flight\nThis ain’t the life I’m supposed to die in\nI’ll pay with severed ties\nJust to fight this cold that I’m in\nSo, take me to the Carolinas\nAnd I’ll bring one chair to climb in\nI don’t care where I find it\nSomewhere I can let the light in\nI’ll take this to the lakes\nMake some Chicago mistakes\nAnd then to where the ocean meets the trees\nAnd then New York and then LA\nUntil I get the timbre of my soul\nTo break through the limits of my home\nTell the bay don’t keep my place from getting cold\nI’m 'a fill my cup, my friend\n'Til my race is won\nAnd my pace ain’t glued to no one\nI am some Himalayan lungs\nBeneath the shades of blue\nThat were once Cheyenne\nI’m 'a chase the sun\nAnd I’m 'a hold its light in both my hands\nUntil I’m laced with some\nLike diamonds on a Maybach\nLike a lighter to a haystack\nCall the fireman ASAP\nYou can tell the man, «Stay back.»\nStay back!\nIn everything I knew, I see a prison in that\nIt’s like the only way to lose is to sit in the back\nI’m not running out of juice\nI’m just switching the tap\nI want a snicker doodle, dude\nWhere the cinnamon at?\nGimme new like booze to an innocent cat\nCut me loose like Zeus\nWhen the sinners attack\nLike a goon haiku with a syllable added\nI’m 'a do as I do. I’m a criminal act\nLet me hear a hallelujah for living to death\nBitch\nI’m all «Can do» 'til the minute my death hits\nIt’s always high noon to the man who is tested\nTo stay in the platoon is to stay electric\nSome live in the boom and some live in the way back\nSome get from the lagoon what you get from the waiter\nAnd I’m mine. I’m choosing to live in a way that takes the light of the boom\nand plates that\nIt’s like I’m dining on a Maybach\nLike a lighter to a haystack\nCall the fireman ASAP\nYou can tell the man, «Stay back.»\nStay back!\nThis is going alone in the dead of the night\nThis grabbing a coat. Let’s get outside\nThis taking a boat to some place I don’t know and cannot find\nIf we meet in a Lowe’s or we meet in Dubai\nNo matter the coast, no matter the time\nNo matter the road or how fat it goes\nYou bet I’ll try\nTo find out where my home is\nThe last girl I’ll ever notice\nI’ve traveled this world alone just\nTo find my bed of roses\nIf you’re the diamonds to my Maybach\nIf you’re the lighter to my haystack\nAnd you want me where your state’s at\nCall the fireman ASAP