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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
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
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
like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine
In the 80's when the bricks came on military planes

The end of the Reagan Era, I'm like number twelver
Well, along in the twenty first hour
When the whole damn grid goes down
This is how a party gets started
In for a penny, in for a pound

All
They got guns and tanks and planes

The wells are gone dry and the water is bad and the air is acid rain
There's war after war and rumors of war from
say) baby
I know it's hard to believe
But this body here is free tonight
Your very own first class flight
My plane's parked right outside, baby
the face and ghost my guide
i must move on
it's the face of one ravaged by love
it's both dead and alive

you got it bad lover
no you got it good
you
let that bad bitch twist
(If you rollin’ up tha gang, then you rollin’ wit another plane)
(If you rollin’ up tha gang, then you rollin’ wit another
I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done

We stood like statues at the gate
I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done

We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's
I'm catchin' a plane home
I can feel the wind on my hair
Maybe someone's out there
Someone just as bare
And if somebody stacked the cards
I hope
Sunday day
Make my haze blow away

I hide I seek and I find
Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme
So why you want to bad talk me
Are you surprised by
of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad...
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
Son of a bad.........

the father, the son...
the father, the son...
(go on, better go on)
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
Sunday day
Make my haze blow away

I hide I seek and I find
Truth in a fable faith in a rhyme
So why you want to bad talk me
Are you surprised by
flo'
Looked him right in the eye and said, "Boy,
You got to go!
I'm tired of your foolishness
And if you don't behave,
I'm goin' grab you by your
Ayo I was on da plane with DeWayne 
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman 
Listen, I'm da baddest in da school, da baddest in the game 
Excuse
of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
I was flyin' back from Lubbock
I saw Jesus on the plane...or maybe it was Elvis
You know, they
gettin money you fools should do the same (there he go!)
Fly as a G4 plane (there he go!)
White and yellows all in the chain (there he go!)
Y'all niggas no
and started my own clan
Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate
My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate
The coke was brought in from by bad
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
I think they mad cause I'm relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad bitch and she's elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that bitch
Yo, here we go, listen to the po' 
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho 
Fuck with the flow and die 
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy 

Ai
And dream a love brand new

Up in the air
She sees birds and planes
You know she'd go anywhere
To get away from these trains