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A Million Miles Away

from Happy Place by Malachi. Whitman & KILLVONGARD

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He never felt better in his life
When he walked away and decided what to write
Away from all the darkness, right into the light
Shining too bright to be ever out of sight
It’s never too late to become who you are
So damn driven, he don’t even need a car
A million miles away, you can see it from afar
If anybody needs him, he’s probly at the bar

A voice calling out in the wilderness
So he followed it, and stayed there, and he’s still in it
No satisfaction before, now he’s filled with it
If you ever go to a show, no filming it
Just enjoy this shit, it’s quite the experience
Never going anywhere, the life of a lyricist
Here to stand the test of time, just like the pyramids
This year is my year, regardless of what year it is
It was fear that was holding him back
So he let fate take place and wrote a million raps
As fate would have it, that was not enough
So he wrote a million more, and that was just the cusp
Barely getting started, that’s how he feels after every song
Been ignored forever, but he’s still going strong
Away from anybody else is right where he belongs
Pops in, rocks the mic, into the night he’s gone
Might stick around to sign some t shirts
Leaving pieces of himself behind fore he leaves earth
I read that shit you wrote, my dude, it needs work
Meanwhile, he’s writing rhymes that require research
Got his books on the table, got his life in the pages
Everything he writes down is ageless
It’s like he’s summoning the ancients, the spirits of the sages
He walked away, and suddenly it made sense
A sickness stirring in the stomach
Doing all he can to deter it, or just numb it
Had to run to it, he couldn’t run from it
Writing until his dingy living room is sunlit

Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
Sometimes the day is too bright
Sleepwalking in a circle on a spiral descending
This shit has gotta change tonight

He made himself at home
The only thing he ever needed was a microphone
He likes to be alone, not because he hates people
He’d just rather write a classic, and create like eight sequels
Plus there’s not much he can’t see from his peephole
If you’re in the trenches firing, you should keep low
Came from the mud so he stayed in the mud
Stopped using ink to stain the pages with blood
Got a deep thirst that world can’t quench
Do the math, it adds up to nothing makes sense
Convinced that this is all it is
So do it all quick before god calls it quits

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from Happy Place, released August 18, 2022

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The longer that he stays away, the less he seems to miss.

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