[Intro] Deep Orbit in the cockpit Star map glowing on the dash Fleet talk through the comms, all gossip New world, new hustle, new cash [Verse 1] Pulled up, quiet in the shuttle lane Dock lights flicker on the hull like paint Custom suit, little ice on the wrist Still feel like the block, same itch, same risk Customs scan, they don’t care where I’m from Tentacles counting up funds with a thumb Three eyes watching how I move through the port One eye on respect, two eyes on the sport Translator glitch, but we speak in the look They show teeth, I show the page in the book They like, “You from turf where they fight over turf?” I’m like, “You from worlds where they fight over dirt” [Chorus] So Far Away But it feel like home (yeah) Stars on the map But I’m still in the zone They got drift in the air Like smoke in the flow Alien life Just the street with more [Verse 2] Met a plug with a spine full of glass Laugh sound like coins when they crash Said, “Try this drift, calm storms in your skull” Tiny silver petal, little drop, then it pulled Whole sky folded like you wouldn't believe Mind expanded like you couldn't conceive Saw the set, saw the cell, saw the judge, saw the feds All orbiting me, little moons round my head But I’m calm in the middle, black hole in my chest Drift got me watching my life like a test Aliens betting on the odds that I fail Same as the homies at the corner with the scale [Chorus] So Far Away But it feel like home (yeah) Stars on the map But I’m still in the zone They got drift in the air Like smoke in the flow Alien life Just the street with more [Bridge] Spaceship port slide like a hood ride door Same side-eye stare, same talk about war Same dice on the table, same thirst for a name Different planet, different language But the hustle the same (yeah) [Verse 3] Little kid with a mask, six hands, no shoes Tagging on the side of a moon with his crew He asked, “You ever dream of a sky this wide?” I said, “We had smog, but the hope still tried” He pointed at a ring where the wrecks all spin Said, “We toss our dead ships where the poor folks live” Told him ’bout blocks where the sirens don’t sleep He nodded like, “Yeah, that cycle run deep” So I stash my drift in a case by the bed Keep my mind clear, keep my aim on the bread New gang, new slang, but I’m reading the code Far From Home, same story on a farther road [Chorus] So Far Away But it feel like home (yeah) Stars on the map But I’m still in the zone They got drift in the air Like smoke in the flow Alien life Just the street with more
