Lyrics:
a pree di dollar sign
You catch akos
I catch cdiza
You get laimomo edey give me fever
You fly the plane I catch Ibiza
You bring the high grid I give
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
then
It ain't such a bad dream either.
Walking to a club
I've been completely degraded by chasing publicity
Degraded, yeah, I'll never go back, I know
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
the grid alone
I’m always taking what like several ho’s
That’s how it goes in my scenario
That’s how it goes in my scenario
Pull up to scenes they’re
Incarcerated by rhetoric religion
I'll wire my third eye to the grid
To a plane where no one can reach in
And Lily tells me that she wants to see me again
And I
the limo, mind you we got to go to Gatwick to get a plane to Jersey. So we thought, we've got
enough time to stop off in the proverbial boozer. So we said,
the reconnaissance truck
Is watching your every move
You wanted to fish
And to live off the grid
You said life should be easy and free
But just one bad actor
I want to go to heaven someday, Lord, to finally see your face and get your embrace
Somewhere up there, clothed in clouds of white light, sits
did
Praying to God you stay off of my grid
Silent bitch but I loud like Draco
Beat going mad so I rap like a psycho
They heard me go mad in intro
I got
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
let the plane come down
Forever on some fly shit
Yeah, I got her vibing
Baby girl know my sound
I'm your royal highness
Baby go fast for me
Then I
Hoping this shit won't all be in vain
I don't entertain the bullshit
Out of my range
Feeling contained by domain
Might jump off the plane
Lose more than I
be high as a bitch
On God!
Record in my room, when it's dark, I be high as a bitch gotta keep it a hunnid right with Ya
Got a bad bitch on my lap,
want the bread I want the grain
I want my cash to come in a rain
I am not sane
I travel the world next to Spain
I'm going by plane
But I stay humble I
Yeah
Na you go be my woman now and forever
Swear I go stay by your side through any weather
Yeah
Na we go fly on a private plane
Na in the sky we gon do
go to my crib and I'ma come pick you up
Just listen for my car out front
Nah, that ain't gon' take too long
Chill, uh, ay Unc
Where my keys at?
My
whoa
Met her on a plane
Whoa whoa whoa
Sketchy he a bitch, diamond on my wrist
I might fuck his wife, I
Might fuck his bitch, whoa
Then I go how you
so rae
Feeling amazing, yea, some like grace
She like the sage, bad spirits go away
Peace and love, good vibes here to stay
Peace and love, good vibes
piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy
We go by train and not by plane
We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far
To drive home by car
a lane
Doing all the same
Needa change Tryna make it rain
Said I'm the ropes but they broke
Hanging by the chains
Choking on the smoke from the dope
of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep
H, ey nah hurry up
Like we need to get on the plane right now
K, hang up the phone
You can't go on the plane with your phone on
Like turn it off
the business
Then someone out there is
I'm throwing literature
Right off of the grid
Living life on the edge
Becareful that you don't slip
When that love train
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