Lyrics:
on a plane I don't slope slide
Told her friend I'm good on the nose dive
I hit the party in cardigan
Fresh whites, not an angel, a Guardian
This the 3rd
(Aah)
(Aah)
(Hey yeah yeah yeah)
(Aah la la la)
(Aah la la la)
I'm a hopeful romantic like
Rose and Jack Titanic I'm
Going overboard all the time
I'll have a Jack Black, make it double
Hope that drowns this trouble
I walked in last night and caught her
With one of them big deal billboard
a plane
Smoking that shit make you sang
Talking bout Mary Jane
Fye up the blunt and took me to Jupiter
Pray to God that I don't get a little stupider
Taste
this plane
Now they see the way it's changed.
Pray that heaven stakes it's claim
Got some gold joints that are stuffed with jack
Two gold chains with
Flight Flight
G5 on my plane
Oh you say you gang well hoe tell me what you claim
Oh boy you a peon I can hear it in your slain
I was mixing up them
I just wanna roll back, put my toes to the ground
I'm trippin' ball sacks, meltin' into the crowd
They didn't know, jack, chasin' down the sound
It's
(jack hues)
I feel the tension
In your hand
I'm on a plane to a
Foreign land
So far away with no
Telephone line
I'm flying into spring
And leaving
mixtape et tout ton quartier plane
J'représente tous mes fêlés
Si y'a des plans faut m'affairer
Pour du Gucci, Fendi, Franco Ferre
Ces p'tits
that you used to know
'Cause Jack left Diane thirty years ago
The world is spinning too fast for you and me
So tell me whatever happened to the American
BANDITS
Streets turned me to a savage,
We flossin' in the cameras,
Counting green that cabbage
BANDITS
And the planes always landing,
We ain't
the schoolgirl that used to be me
Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
the schoolgirl that used to be meâ?¦.
Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance,
hop on a plane and went.
O-kay, I hear it's very nice.
It is, it is.
When the sun goes down
The tide goes out
The people gather 'round
black nor face
Ounce of green smoke, jack wit no chase
Peddle on the floor, thirsty for score
Fastlane destination, top of the cash game
See keep like
What we gonna do right here is go back,
Now this is some shit that's from the Dayz of Wayback,
When niggas in Compton first started to jack.
When
the story begin (story begin)
If you feel the way I feel, why don't you wave your hands?
Fresh off the plane, I'm off to Baseline
Nothin' handed out, I'm
the story begin (story begin)
If you feel the way I feel, why don't you wave your hands?
Fresh off the plane, I'm off to Baseline
Nothin' handed out, I'm
I'm howling at the moon
I ain't got no fancy wardrobe
Just this shirt that's on my back
But I know that I can love you, baby
More than any other Jack
the shoe company
Now I do anything that New Balance say
I bought her a plane ticket, out of state
I got me a shorty from 'round the way
Said, "I'm in
just call me Little Carter or Little Cardiac,
Precious like a artifact, Valuable like a quarterback,
Hannible like they call me jack, Fall back like
and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance,
Uh
I just got the fuck off a plane
6 car garage, I got more than 1 job
Be a boss, go hard
Wake up, smelling kush when I yawn
Shorty wanna fuck
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