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The aeroplane flies high
Turns left, looks right
Love is a sentimental heart
Life is a sentimental way
Spy the fragile heart so cursed
As he walks across
getcha, gonna getcha, right?)

Watch the band play on

[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (Ho!)
I got them folks on the right
gonna getcha, right?)
(Repeat x4)

Watch the band play on

[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks
back from right to left
While you look for an answer
Coming down you can see the people on the ground go by
You have doubts, take a miracle to pull
words have no meaning, to question them, "Treason!"
Look back, watch the pages of history burn
Our Devil has two wings (both left wing and right)
They
'Cause when you die make you look way past the life

And high sight, I drop the type of rhyme to give the blind sight
Sparkle a shine bright like lemon
fly high...
I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side
You couldn`t be alright if I erased your left side
Who`s wet dried
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. 
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. 
As the sound of motor cars fades in
ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horn 
Yes I need my Tim sound
Right left 
Izzy Kizzy look at him

[Chorus]

Now I
self-destructive
I aint looking for no help, f-ck it
Look for a way to get high
I'm still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try
?
We
to worry, you'll be fine
This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be
half the hood, is right now, doing time
What's done in the dark, could come to light in due time
Turn my cheek to grapevines, until seen by third eye
Be
I've grown-up to violence
I had my eye up on the pushers, the ones that stay fly
Fiends got high off the suga, you know that ain't right
That sweet
look how ten years went by
On the passenger side when I drove my first car
With no, a.c. just praying to be a star
We skipped school, and move around
guitaring
Would you look at all these spies
But they can’t see me, I took out their eyes
Replace with some he’s, so all they see is eh’s
But I will never
sport
Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts
The rap
That's what you give or talking shit
Now you lying in the hospital
What you don't seek
Here come one in the head
Left it brain dead
Got to put it more life
did manage to find a few for the G.I.s to pull up, and then they had to fly in more from the government stash so the pile would look big enough when
a fuckin' fare for me
Or really there ain't nothin' there for me, move carefully
I swear that we, fly as a parakeet, high as a Cherokee
In my rhyme I spoke
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. 
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. 
As the sound of motor cars fades in
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize