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Description
Featured Vocals: Chino Moreno
Featured Vocals: Machine Gun Kelly
Co- Producer: Andrew Dawson
Masterer: Emerson Mancini
Mixer: Manny Marroquin
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Piano, Programmer: Mike Shinoda
Producer: Mike Shinoda
Lead Vocals: Mike Shinoda
Additional Engineer: Shaun Lopez
Unknown: Shaun Lopez
Writer: Andrew Dawson
Writer: Chino Moreno
Writer: Colson Baker
Writer: Mike Shinoda
Writer: Rory Andrew
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm up in the air on a ride -alone -Yeah.
Lift off like Virgin Galactic. I'm Richard "Sue" Branson to fuck with you bastards.
Very legendary, that's some matter of fact shit.
You're the opposite of stars, like rats spelled backwards. I float poems out to Saturn and past it.
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip. Satellite tracking can't map out my tactics.
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with. No, it's not what I want, but it had to be.
I spent six months just recharging my battery.
Imagine me quitting, what a travesty that'd be. You space shuttle challengers are nothing but tragedies.
So take care on the path that you're headed.
I'm the father to your style, don't you ever forget it. I don't drop mics, only let it smoke where I set it.
And I don't play, even when they press it. Get it?
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
I'm drifting away out of time, afloat.
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
Please brace for impact. I must've went to space and got sent back.
But I'm still intact.
In fact, take a picture of me, you can see that I'm a star with your lens cracked. Supernova in Caesar's palace, stunting on my opponents.
'Cause history will show we done been to war like Romans.
Did that dance with the devil, hell hot as a kettle. So it's no wonder why I put this ice on all of my metal.
And wear that shit like a medal. Used to think I was a joker, no Jared Leto.
When I said I'd get us out the ghetto. Slam my foot on the pedal.
Booked the studio and I couldn't afford instrumentals. Fuck it, record acapella. Flying coach, dreaming
Coachella.
Until they banned me, now they like Bambi's mother, "Damn, I'm on to these Grammys. " I'm rolling these grams gladly, purple and green like Daphne.
Shades on like Velma, hair long like Shaggy.
Crushing Addies in my water, got my voice raspy. Haven't slept since California and that shit was last week.
Paranoid when I sleep, but when I'm high, I'm happy.
That's why I need to kiss the sky when I get stuck in the valley. Lift off.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
I'm drifting away out of time, afloat.
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
English translation
I'm up in the air on a ride -alone -Yeah.
Lift off like Virgin Galactic. I'm Richard "Sue" Branson to fuck with you bastards.
Very legendary, that's some matter of fact shit.
You're the opposite of stars, like rats spelled backwards. I float poems out to Saturn and past it.
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip. Satellite tracking can't map out my tactics.
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with. No, it's not what I want, but it had to be.
I spent six months just recharging my battery.
Imagine me quitting, what a travesty that'd be. You space shuttle challengers are nothing but tragedies.
So take care on the path that you're headed.
I'm the father to your style, don't you ever forget it. I don't drop mics, only let it smoke where I set it.
And I don't play, even when they press it. Get it?
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
I'm drifting away out of time, afloat.
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
Please brace for impact. I must've went to space and got sent back.
But I'm still intact.
In fact, take a picture of me, you can see that I'm a star with your lens cracked. Supernova in Caesar's palace, stunting on my opponents.
'Cause history will show we done been to war like Romans.
Did that dance with the devil, hell hot as a kettle. So it's no wonder why I put this ice on all of my metal.
And wear that shit like a medal. Used to think I was a joker, no Jared Leto.
When I said I'd get us out the ghetto. Slam my foot on the pedal.
Booked the studio and I couldn't afford instrumentals. Fuck it, record acapella. Flying coach, dreaming
Coachella.
Until they banned me, now they like Bambi's mother, "Damn, I'm on to these Grammys. " I'm rolling these grams gladly, purple and green like Daphne.
Shades on like Velma, hair long like Shaggy.
Crushing Addies in my water, got my voice raspy. Haven't slept since California and that shit was last week.
Paranoid when I sleep, but when I'm high, I'm happy.
That's why I need to kiss the sky when I get stuck in the valley. Lift off.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.
I'm drifting away out of time, afloat.
Away from the truth, away from the night, away from the day.
I'm up in the air on a ride alone.