Yeah

Tu-turn me up a little bit in the headphones

Just a lil bit so I can hear myself

Yeah... Okay

It's Wiz Khalifa man

Mr spacely

Teach you niggas how to fly the fuck out you know

I told em it's gone be a big year

It's a lot of shit on my plate

This what you want

Okay or okaay haha

Yeah

Taylor gang or fuckin kill yourself man

That's how we get down

Uh ya



So far so good

Cause I been doing things that you wish ya'll could

Hoppin outta planes

The kush numbs problems in my brain

And rosee bottles for the pain

The lines that I ink make rappers get kinda nervous

People telling me to sink when I'm trying to surface

Groupies all up in my face like they got a purpose

Cause we ain't gotta pour drink bring bottle service

Orange juice and some more flutes

Let a friend sky dive man I need more shoots

I'm live wire you a cord loose

No charge I go so hard

Hookin up a table on a promo tour

Say I live a dream but I'm just on my job

And can't quit cause the first class flights get addictive

Try and get a ticket



Say I'm on my way but I don't know where I'm going

Been gone so many days don't know my way back home

Now I'm starin out this window

And I see my life in aerial so

I might as well write my name on a cloud



Ain't comfortable but got my feet up

It's hard to hear you when you thirty thousand feet up

Claims since I got my cheese up

I been walking round chest out like some D cups

Ole g puff say you got it locked and we found out it's the key stuck

Used to fuckin with that cheap stuff

I show you rosee bottles of that cleeko

Than we drink till we fall

And when you wake up and realize what you did

It'll be me that you call

But I'll be on a plane

And even though we had fun

Shit I don't know your name



Say I'm on my way but I don't know where I'm going

Been gone so many days don't know my way back home

Now I'm starin at this window

And I see my life in aerial so

I might as well write my name on a cloud