[Intro] Deep Orbit in the cockpit Seat leaned back Starlanes lit like a freeway sign Zixx on my tail, but they late on the track (ha) [Verse 1] Starship slide, silver hull, black tint Cargo in the bay, I collect every cent Dock codes flip, I’m a ghost on the grid If the Zixx got rules, I forget what they is They buzz in my ear with that stiff talk Tiny little legs, but they big on the lip talk Tryna scan my ship for a slip-up I just hit a side thruster, watch ’em zip up Warp lane twist like a backroad Auto-nav chill, but my hands on manual Scanner ping, see the swarm in a V I zig once, zag twice, now they searchin’ for me Comms light flash, they recitin’ statutes I cut the line, let ’em holler at the vacuum I got drops on Vega by check-in Time is the client, and time what I’m protectin’ [Chorus] Slip Stream, I slide between Two stars over, still out of the beam Deep Orbit, I rewrite the scene Zixx in the rear view, lost in the gleam Slip Stream, I move unseen They shout “by the code,” I live by the dream Hands on the yoke, eyes on the green Can’t cage a comet, I’m cut from the seam [Verse 2] Touchdown smooth on a rogue rock runway Vendor in the vest count creds in the sun haze Quick stamp, crate swap, then I’m out Got a text from the plug, “Zixx back in the route” So I plot one jump with a side slide Curve through a ring, make the ice fly They swarm up, six wings on a squad cruiser Sirens in the void, but you know I swerve They chirp articles, sections, clauses I got my own code: get paid, dodge pauses I don’t need beef, I need distance I don’t take orders from an insect system Flip off the safety, punch in a short cut Skim close to a sun ’til the shields get scorched up They can’t follow that heat, too fragile I’m laughin’ in the dark, just a captain in casuals (yeah) [Chorus] Slip Stream, I slide between Two stars over, still out of the beam Deep Orbit, I rewrite the scene Zixx in the rear view, lost in the gleam Slip Stream, I move unseen They shout “by the code,” I live by the dream Hands on the yoke, eyes on the green Can’t cage a comet, I’m cut from the seam [Bridge] They write new rules every time I pass Stamp new signs on the same old glass I just drift where the black feels vast If they ask who I am, tell ’em “gone too fast” (gone) They check my plate, can’t read that tag Language of a lane they ain’t ever had Every time they swarm, I wave, then dash Deep Orbit dip with that contraband [Outro] Slip Stream
