12 hrs later and 2 months this came out of my fl studio 
love u leroy
fuck suburbia

listen on youtube: https://youtu.be/jn3In8FPMB0

this way

if all i do is think about you, and this is the thanks i get, then who's flying the plane?

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Got to prime my future.
Got to create this experience.
And what I see — I say.
I evolve into what I know.
I grow.
And then I say, okay —
this is my show.

But the life that I live
is not always where I give.
It’s not always where I am to exist —
not always who I am inside the mist.

⸻

[Verse 1 — spoken / soft instrumental rise]
I create the life that sees how I see.
I fill up my time with me.
But I’m not always able to be who I am,
not always able to see what I plan.

Sometimes I drift —
sometimes I fade —
into the after,
the echo I made.
Falling through identity’s gate,
I create myself as I relate.

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[Pre-Chorus — gentle melody builds]
I am how I feel.
I am what I do.
Inside of me,
life becomes true.
Inside of life,
I learn to find —
a memory forming
a witnessing mind.

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[Chorus — sung, strong rhythmic groove]
Drift off, evolve, inside of you.
Prime your future, make it new.
You are the now, you are the then,
you are the when that lives again.

Drift off, evolve, become your run,
the orbit spinning around your sun.
Breathe, believe — the show begins.
You are the story that never ends.

⸻

[Verse 2 — rhythmic spoken word, bass groove enters]
You are the make that sees the take,
the future bending for your sake.
You evolve away from what was there,
toward horizons made of air.

The distance grows, and so does time —
between the there and then you climb.
The memory of who you were
reflects in who you now prefer.

Life gets in the way of seeing tomorrow,
you forget to borrow from your own sorrow.
Dreams dissolve into daylight’s gleam —
you are both the sleeper and the dream.

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[Bridge — softer, ambient instruments]
You drift into Neverland,
forgetting to hold your own hand.
You exist to see what you do,
you are the “I” inside of “you.”

You are here to create, to understand,
the distance between the heart and hand.
You are the levity, you are the weight,
you are the love that counterstates.

⸻

[Chorus 2 — fuller band, soaring harmonies]
Drift off, evolve, inside of you.
Prime your future, make it new.
You are the now, you are the then,
you are the when that lives again.

Lift your heart, design your climb,
gravity folds inside of time.
Breathe, believe — the show begins.
You are the story that never ends.

⸻

[Verse 3 — cosmic spoken tone]
You are part of the bigger design.
A collective mind inside of time.
You are one — but two in dream,
a double brain, a conscious beam.

Between reality and sleep you weave,
you breathe the myths you still believe.
Inspiration’s quake inside your chest,
the dreamer’s pulse that never rests.

You exist what you see to find —
the mind becomes the mirror’s bind.
You are the distance, the now, the here —
the witness of your own frontier.

⸻

[Final Verse — spoken softly, piano only]
You are the experiencer,
understanding time.
The observer in the mirror,
the equation of mind.

You are both sides of reality —
the dream and the day.
You are the self creating
what time cannot take away.

You are the love you create,
the reason you relate.
You are the moment awake —
becoming your own fate.

⸻

[Final Chorus — crescendo to closure]
Drift off, evolve, inside of you.
Prime your future, make it new.
You are the now, you are the then,
you are the when that lives again.

Drift off, evolve, become your run,
the orbit spinning around your sun.
Breathe, believe — the show begins.
You are the story that never ends.

⸻

[Outro — fading repetition, echoing line]
Got to prime my future…
got to create this experience…
and what I see, I say…
I evolve into what I know…

(fade out with ambient synth + heartbeat rhythm)

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