Lyrics:
I'll pull it out set the bullets ablaze
Mind games are the name of the game
Rollin' up, I'm feelin' fly like a plane
Coursin' through my body, purp in my
There it goes; bottle-rocket
Fly into a moon
Do you know where this plane’s going to?
On a hill, fill a bucket
Water from a well
Jack and jill can
billin' Paper Planes
Try say that you got me, why is you lyin'?
Overseas and I feel more love than I do back home from some of the guys
It's mad, so I might
on the bills, sittin in the motha fuckin cold
Origami dreams folding planes in the sky,
Crafting tales on the table reaching for the fuckin highs.
Blank pages
glass
Thorns on the rose of love,
Cracked lenses on a one eyed jack
And we tip toe-ing
Knowing damn well this a glasshouse
I love the president
Your girl
cancer
On point like sword thought the game was yours
But imma jack it, get me a coat hanger
Top designer no panda
With bars darker than man from Sri Lanka
for rats
First thing first, gotta hit yo lack
Commando moves straight Action Jack, remember entrapment they corrupt like that
Never fake that funk,
Another 27k on my tommy hil jack
Brother's pennys heaven crave just finally turned black
But we spent it on dimes so it's fine unless it's crack
Kawaii
me on the jack, told me he mad
Wiz Khalifa paper plane'll have you feel glad
100 million records, all the work I put in
All they wanna know is
of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years - you sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
jack shiggity
Big black Piggity totin' the mack miggity
Bitch you must be kiddin me
All you gon' get is some big fat diggity
All up in ya big black
doing a buck down memory lane
And if I crash just pick up my plane
Cause I'm talking about we go way back, we go far back
Before pain guzzler was called
even to the Middle Eastern tourist
With all the spend by the drum [?]
How many millionaires can the slums hold?
Potentially all of us, this whole plane
pick up the sheets
Conquistador in search of gold
For all the jack-daw reasons
The Midas shadow that's so hard to please
Follows wherever you go
Cats on charge?
Well I ask you can I kick it?
Well that's the magic ticket
I'm the usher in the theatre, Screenin' Jack Slater
It's my never ending
a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get
Another Friday night with the contraband
Waiting for my plane to land
Have a sip of this jack and mixer
Watch the Lakers beat the Sixers
Black jack clap trap
Any kind of flap trap
Big mac, lookin' back
Diggin' burt bacharach oh
We're in a black limousine
And onto a plane
Into
suis high (Ouais)
J'me sens bien, je suis heureux quand je plane (Ouais)
J'adore me promener dans le ciel
Tu comprends maintenant le rapport avec le
was really hard, uh, it's different for us
Anything I wanted, had to take it
Yeah, damn
I gotta go and get mine (bitch)
I catch planes and catch
wants, I blow the spunk on 'em
Fuck a third eye, my third leg hobble her
With beer goggles, shit and Jack bottles, tobacco
I'm sick in essential
carrier's the three over one, so my pluggins already know
Lick shots with my woo, catch the boo
From a ghost in the heckling crowd if I give a foot
Jack
this drummer banging in my head
I've got to get out 'fore I miss the plane
Next summer I'll be back again
I'll be fighting for the Union Jack
If they
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