[Chorus: Caleb Conner] Up upon the clouds i might float away You should come with me, you might float too Aces when we fly through outer space You can come with me but I don’t need you [Verse 1: Ishtar Sr. (& Caleb Conner)] Craving autonomy I don’t need a faker who weigh on top of me I said (I don’t need you) Did you catch that? If your love aint real you better step back But you said to... (...come with me, you might float too) (Aces when we fly through outer space) [verse 2: Caleb Conner] On and on ‘til 3 in the morning Cold outside with light there, and storming Fire in the sky can’t stop us from soaring You and I can be a little more than... [Verse 3: Ishtar Sr.] You and Ish didn’t see each other for eons But at a gathering of sirens you wanted to be on You caught the gossip of my name on your tongue And from that encounter into the stratosphere we sprung [Chorus: Caleb Conner & Ishtar Sr.] Up upon the clouds imma float away You should come with me, you might float too Aces when we fly through outer space You can come with me but I don’t need you I don’t need you You should come with me, you might float too I don’t need you [Bridge: Ishtar Sr.] With or without you, either way I float away With or without you, either way I float away With or without you, either way I float away With or without you, either way I float away [Chorus: Caleb Conner & Ishtar Sr.] Up upon the clouds i might float away You should come with me, you might float too Aces when we fly through outer space You can come with me but I don’t need you Up upon the clouds i might float away You should come with me, you might float too Aces when we fly through outer space You can come with me but I don’t need you

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