Lyrics:
everything you want and more
Jet black hair and pale white skin
Lips of an angel, sweet with sin
Jet black hair and pale white skin
Voodoo smile, sweet with
Magazine
Private Jet
Magazine
Cyber Sex
Magazine
Do ya thing
Cyber Sex
Magazine
Private Jet
Driver's Seat
Do ya thang
Throw it back back back back
Inn
But she thinks the he looks like Elvis
When he runs his fingers through that jet black hair
And sometimes she forgets an order
Cause she's so struck
the photos (came to the party for the photos)
Show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch
Bentayga cloth blanket, take a nap on a jet (yeah)
Cash in
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac
Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack
All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade
Boozy losers
boys float down the river
All named Tom, they're all named Tom
Pushed in by their mothers and sisters
It's what you want
It's what you want
No
on your knees,
Swim up high, only please come on back to me.
On a mule, in a jet, with your hair in a net,
In a shower wet, I don't care.
This is where
Jet life jet life
Roll one up for the haters
I'm just counting my paper
Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank warmin' upstairs packin' bags
up)
I made it finessin', I turned into somethin' from nothin', yeah
Made it through poverty, I'm the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet on my
Big shiny jet plane in the sky
Please drop us off as we go by
We're an American band
And everything is rockin' out of control
When we hit
red balloons go by
Ninety-nine knights of the air
Ride super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a "Captain Kirk"
With
barbed-wired skylines
By artifical night
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines
Have we lost
When you fly through the sky
In a jet plane up high
And the world with its problems spins by
As the sun rises up
It makes you forget what
Has been
Page after page, day after day
Dead people's lives are on display
Caught by surprise, shot in the eyes
Man makes death a living and finally dies
a lil bitch on the strip
She asking me do I know Tammy
She at the yacht party getting piped down
By my nigga lil Sammy
Yea
I'm on a jet right now
Really
You can't see what you mean to me
I just can't get you out of my head
You move me more than I've ever been
Like a wild supersonic jet
But I can't
to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a fuck up
Damn, love
shooting, got no assists
Fuck a jet lag, I'm in the city with it
Better believe
I'm gon' get me
Better believe
Ice by the fleet
Better believe when I
all-black lenses
(Waiti'm not done)
I thanked Jesus at the awards
I'm never going to hell call me Zack Morris
I'm saving you by the bell
My girl says I'm
Onana
Jët Baby oo
Oooo
Alot of back biters
Are always by my side
They smile with me
Meanwhile they laugh at my back
They are only jealous of me
Hop on a jet
Imma be back
Imma come back
Got me a Jag
Imma go hop on a jet, and fly away (yea)
Imma be right back, i gotta get payed (yeah)
Imma
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
The hair upon her shoulders, in jet-black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty, I knew it would be in vain,
So handsome was my creole girl, by
haunted by song
I don't know if it's wrong
I leave that up to you
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me you never want to let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
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