Lyrics:
Are you up right now
Waking up my system like you want me now too
Yeah
Got the right words to say
Connected to my brain on a different wavelength
Oh
passengers a year
The robotic voice you hear was used in Atlanta
Until the system messages were changed for the Atlanta Olympics
Atlanta
The busiest airport in
prosperous so what
Weapons have prospered? The smoke and
Mirrors of other opinions
I was sitting with Steve McQueen, he shot the
Visuals for All Day two days
cynical
Lyrical, third eye pineal, visual
Lucid, make man think I’m a miracle
All money is digital but not physical
System’s criminal, clinical
But I’m
peaked, distorted, bent, unrestrained
Neuro receivers short circuit. System parameters over gained
Nerve threads decoding the stream of the reality
Took too many flights
That I don't care for
Never thought man would get sick of the airport
Past resentment
Last repentance
Now I'm sitting pretty
Wonderin' to myself what the fuck I'm there for
Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport
That
dreams are
I got your dream girl, ridin' in your dream car
Yeah, and the visual is stunnin'
I hope they document what I'm becomin'
Congratulations
[Chorus]
I see the airport more than i see my family
I'm on the move, how can you be mad at me?
Sky high I'll get there gradually
Sky high I'll get
Life is a game check in at the airport we all playing
Lizard elite or average like Joe or Jane
You don't wanna be a Jon doe
You only get one go when
Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough
Dope in my system, I'm all the way up
Fell out with my bitch, I ain't call her enough
Dope in my
gimme the turbo Porche
Hollyhood moving in disguise
Fuck a airport but I gotta jet outta court
I'm sipping lean by the quart
In a hemi that bitch got
to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts
She pitiful but she
Airport, fast food, security gaurd.
Slangin' rocks all day
Let my beeper just beep
Go to work go high, go strait to sleep
Wake up, bake up, then punch
an interesting list of tips devised by the US embassy in Madrid, and these tips were designed for Americans who found themselves in war-time airports. The idea was
Uh, ran up some racks before I caught me a virus
Know I be coming Thur styling
My closet a Airport Omoney the pilot
Riding Thur Elvis Presley I came
Been so long, but I still stay in the passage
Just like the airport, if I claim his name he gon pick up the baggage
Boy you not even vegan, like tell
me up
I got my Fanta I can sip it up
We got the system and we broke it, yeah
We got the system and we broke it all
We got the system and it's visual
(Airport chatter)
And I'm on autopilot
Fucking exhausted I cannot fight it
Anymore I'm falling forward
Nose down, Straight to the ground
It's mayday
of pills and weed
Shooters indeed, jail system taught him to read
Streets taught him how to kill, wolves taught him to feed
Just like everything you
living on limited loss, yeah
Ooo ooo hey
Ooo ooo hey
Airport people they know we rocking
The clubs downtown they know that we grooving
It all feels right
of pills and weed
Shooters indeed, jail system taught him to read
Streets taught him how to kill, wolves taught him to feed
Just like everything you
Chorus 1: (spoken)
This song will discuss four main parts of the brain.
The cerebrum, the cerebellum, the limbic system and the brain stem.
Wock in my system got me feeling like the man
I don't think y'all understand
I just poured this lean up in my cup, high demand
Add a xan
I don't really
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