Lyrics:
'm a fly by the seat'a my pants
I'd try to explain us but I can't
This shouldn't be happenin' but it is
We shouldn't be fallin' hard like this
It'll never
write the details down - I’m a fly by the seat’a my pants
I’d try to explain us but I can’t
This shouldn’t be happenin’ but it is
We shouldn’t be fallin’
And the earth is a different kind of blue
But I still can't get far enough away
Sometimes it's scary
To fly by the seat of your pants
But I can't stop now
Darkness won't last, yes this to shall pass
The nature of man is to not understand
And I can't so I fly by the seat of my pants
And I land where I am just
.
Flyin' by the seat, flyin' by the seat,
Flyin' by the seat of my pants.
Sometimes we get movin' so fast,
I start to feel like I'm losin' it.
We're
way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave
a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,
Racks in my pants, but I don't play tennis
Racks in my pants, but I don't play tennis
Racks in my pants, but I don't play tennis
Racks in my pants, but I
through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this
first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat
Take you out to Paris, I'll take you out to France
See you starin' at my pants, baby,
New York to Chi-town, rrr
Yo, Pierre, wanna come out here? (woop)
Salmon Gucci slide, slide around (slide around)
Legit on that jet, I can fly
I love seeing that ass in motion
Whether it's moving slow or fast
She might fly by on her bicycle
She may be just on her way to yoga class
Walking
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
everything is better by the palm trees (Gotta use my left to get in them pants)
Quarter sack, I palm trees (I'm only here for the bankroll)
Light up by
I'm tryna fly around the world on a jet seat
I'm tryna get used to this ice like Gretzky on God
I told my jeweler to protect me
Gotta get it by any
what was her intention
She told me about a flight that was leaving tonight
She could get me a seat and the price was right
She tugged on my pants so
home, you take em on a date
That white Gucci ticker let em know there's money here
I grip the cline and sit on seats that's made of cashmere
5 karats
home, you take em on a date
That white Gucci ticker let em know there's money here
I grip the cline and sit on seats that's made of cashmere
5 karats
They ask me what I think and I say maybe
I'll fly away (fly away)
It ain't nothing in the way so I may as well
Fly away (fly away)
And ain't nothing
the 'yes man'
I'm in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Pa-pa-pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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